1+1 equals 1If I am youAnd you are me,Who are we?Forever lost in the togetherness,Entwined.Weaving ever tighter and tighter,'Til you and I are goneLeaving only pluralities.Identity fading hopelessly fast.Identity gone.
Too Much Love Will Kill YouToo much love will kill youyou know you're in love when insomnia no longer leads to counting sheep, but instead it makes you count the thousand ways her eyes reflect the sunlight. you know you're in love when you stop worrying about catching your bus on time and instead your thoughts are about whether she'll be allright and if she's brushing her teeth with a toothbrush the same colour as yours. you know you're in love when you're unable to pay attention in class because you're too busy reading her old "what's up? <3"-texts, imprinting every letter and sentence in your memory until you rembember your whole inbox forwards and backwards. you don't realize that you're too much in love before you walk across the street singing all i want for christmas is you, too passionate a prisoner of the notorous pink cloud to notice the truck hitting you smack in the heart.. exactly like her kisses did.