you can love again, despite the things you said about caring too much for a person you thought was the most important part of your life, but that's what you get for opening a closed door in hopes they'll find love on the inside. 

i'm a house with no windows, you're the flowers on the front porch, and i can't stop

sometimes it scares me how much i think about going for a walk and [bad word] home, and how willing i am to leave everything i have and everyone i know

and you said i think your eyes could use some sleep
and i said i like your arms the way they are