San Francisco

I want to write, but I lost all of my words.

The leaves are starting to fall, it's almost over. Everything ends eventually, right? Every time I'm around you I can't help but to smile. I feel sick, my head feels heavy.
We just sit and stare, I wonder what you're thinking. I want to kiss you, I do.
You can't sleep. My hands are shaking and I feel afraid, I'm always afraid. What they say, never matters, because it wont change the way we feel. The way I feel. The music is to its end, why did I even try. What's going to happen after this whole dilemma blows over?
I see the change in your face, as you invite yourself. It's weird seeing you from a distance.
I want to talk to her, I want to tell her everything, I want her to feel what I feel, I want her to understand. Instead, she understands by the way I treat her.
3 or 4.
Maybe 5.

I'm sorry.
My ideas fade away as the wind blows in my face. It makes sense in my mind, I promise.
Nothing moves, just time. The orange and yellow reflections, I...
I can't speak, some days I just don't care. There is no better feeling than comfort from another human being. Comfort that is real, love that is real.
I'm truly happy for you.
It's so simple, why can't I understand. Come lay in bed with me, and forget about the world.
I'm lost.