Listening to Damien Rice She'll Let you Rip Her Heart Out

Sometimes she forgets to talk. The thoughts run too quickly. and, you know her, never one to chase.

SOmetimes she'll forget she loves you. The you that no one ever expects but always knows in the end. The you with dark hair and long legs.

You're not delicate, love, not fragile.

Simply beautiful.

I don't even know what it is that i miss and love and need anymore.

It's just you.

it's just standing sitting sleeping anywhere near. not talking. being almost worried about not being enough. not doing anything and worrying of being boring.

did you know i still worry abou tthat? whether or not i'll be enough for you.

this one has no rhythm, horribly written i'll call it. But i needed you to know...

I still need you. Leaving hurts in a deeper place than i'll admit.