I’m sure that there will come a time where you regret kissing me that warm night in the summer because you didn’t know, you kissed a writer in the dark.

Now I’ve locked those moments inside of my heart and when the sun sinks down low enough, my finger tips begin to bleed as I type out our story.

I’ll find way to be without you, babe.

You’ve consumed every part of me. My thoughts are no longer my own, it’s an endless loop of stories of your smile because, after all, you’re my muse.

I love you now, I’ll love you then, and even when you’re gone, I’ll love you still.

In my darkest hour, I stumble all around the town just looking for a glimpse of you. I’ll see you in everyone’s faces and they’ll call the cops on me.

I’ll love you until my breathing stops because all I ever did was exist for you. I’m my mother’s child, after all. Chasing a broken dream of a fairy tale.

And in that darkest hour, I’ll stumble onto a secret power and I will find a way to be without you, babe. When you see me next there will be a smile and you can tell your friends that I’ve changed.

Now I love it here, living and breathing on my own, since I stopped needing you. I’m a writer in the dark, who only needed to see the light.

Writer In The Dark by Lorde