Patriot.

I can’t put together words.

You’ve been the subject of my thoughts every minute for a week But when it comes to putting this experience on paper I’m lost.

Lost the way we both are.

Living day to day without the fire.

We met by accident.

Both tangled by the intricacies of our own lives.

This is something we probably should not do.

But for some reason, you invigorate me.

I feel excited again, happy, I walk with a bounce.

Sometimes doing the wrong thing is still the right thing And I think the right thing is leading me to you.

Goodbye.

It started with your words.

Its like I covered myself in glue, each one stuck and felt a part of me.

I don’t know why but I knew I was supposed to know you, right from the start.

Different. It’s the only word I can attribute to this feeling you give me, but it does no justice.

I can’t look at you. I can’t look at you without this pain in my stomach, the kind I get when listening to a really great song.

You make me feel less and more at the same time. I’m being me and I can’t get enough of you.

Beautiful baby please don’t go away.