sarah fay ♥

it blurs into nothing between night and day… into one moment where all is right and wrong… everything and nothing at all makes complete sense tonight. between the sheets or between the lines, she smiled and said, “you’re through…”

The length of our sentence simply meant that we convinced ourselves that we knew ourselves
But I only knew a sleeping body, you an empty bed
I knew the cover of a book that neither of us read

i whisper into your ear, “there is no way i could express with words just how much you make me feel alive.”

“you’re a film that i’ve seen, and i know everything word for word, line for line.”