Combination of thought-filled hearts

That's where you stood when I poured my secrets into your hands.

I gave you the satisfaction of knowing my all, only to have you let them fall through the spaces between your fingers, draining away the sincerity, with nothing left but words with no meaning.

Falling into the abyss of feeling nothing but the winds through our hearts, forming little shapes of fragility.

Oh San Francisco you sound so lovely. Your miles are never too far for me to run to.

I'll wait till you hear my call and when you do, answer the phone with such belief because yes, I am calling. 

We live in a world where nothing seems too imperfect for any sense of acceptance. My fantasy is to see a face that doesn't fake and break. 

The rain is nothing short of beautiful because here is the time we've waited for. We have found our place of belonging.

His laugh was a work of art. I've ever seen something so broken before. He was happy to fake it more than anyone in this room. 
Because the world shined so bright, coming from the center of the floor.

It's where he stood. From that very center, he was filled with chaos because she was filled with emptiness and together, they became beauty.