disorientedchaos

You don't know that every dab of shimmer on my eyelids is for you and that my hair is brushed into place only because I know that you'll see me You don't know that every smile of hapiness on my lips is from you and that I walk with exuberence because I know that you'll be here today You don't know that every daydream that I lose myself in contains you and that my hope seems so undying because I know that we have each other You don't know that I'm infatuated with you, but I'm enjoying myself too much to care.

I could listen to your heart with intensity, but I'm too fond of hearing my own voice prattle on and on and on and on and on, as if I had something important to say. If you must drown inside, do so quitely, so I can keep conversing with my ego.