Elly Grey

 I told him how much I love his face.  It embarrasses him, I know, as he has tried to push away that attention before. But I truly think that you should tell someone what you are thinking and how much you adore them. 

 "If I let you go, would you come back?" "Why are you letting me go?" "Because I love you" "You're releasing me, and you love me, and you want to know if I'd return?" "Yes" "My days wouldn't make sense without you. I would wander aimlessly, not knowing what to do. Lost so I would come straight back to you".

 Some faces you don't forget. You look at them, their eyes and expression and you wonder what they are thinking about. Lost deep in their mind, taking in the scenery. Not noticing that they've been captured forever (I didn't even know his name).

When she rages. When she's furious. When she feels her voice is shut down. That's when you need to get out of her way. Because she's had enough.  She's giving you time to tell her the truth, or... run. 

 It's 11.11... And? Nothing. Just another hour and another number of minutes.  I used to find magic in this but I don't anymore.  Some special things lose their spark. Some die silent deaths.  Some don't explain and think it's okay to do that. Some move on without looking back.  11.11 I wish for peace.

A silent dance swayed  within my heart. A made up fantasy of us.  Blown away now  like dandelion seeds. Never to be found again, together.

I want to know this from you, why are you here? When this goes nowhere, you don't love me, you put me last, you don't care to express emotion, we have nothing in common, you are aloof, you won't let go either,  Then why are you here?  What is it that keeps you, what is it that keeps the control, what is it that you can't let go?  Why are you here?  You will never say but I still ask, for my sake,  Why are you here?