He knows what he wants and it’s not me, she’s quiet, distant she’s not the one on your mind at 3am when you’re drunk enough to sing bad karaoke // Her eyes glistened with unshed tears while the 3am darkness haunts her reminding her of her lost ones a part of her forever gone. Pieces
falling for you was easy, it doesn’t feel like falling at all it was quiet, as quiet as your smile it’s serene, feels like I am coming home after years of floating around in a sea.
“You’ve been treating it like a summer home; vacant, drafty, neglected; and yet you expect it to be in top working order whenever you decide to honor it with your presence”, he scolds. “But I must inhabit the bustling city, my first home, if I am to survive the marathons of days of disembodied vigilance.”
I look behind me, and the soft blur steadies slowly, squinted my eyes a few more times and I now see clearly. It’s a broken bridge, there’s a hollow gap, a deep emptiness that separates us. We used to share intimate little spaces, strange but familiar darkness, and the perfect amount of comfortable silence. I
when i left you i left you with words. words i regret. they taint my dreams with delicate pain and even music cannot block them out because the music is you you are everything! everywhere. you are the green waves on a Summer’s morning you are the sushi shop down the road you are the
I was ready. I was ready to fall again. ready to jump without any hesitation. To see my lips form a smile for another person. To feel the butterflies in my stomach come alive again. To know that I’m falling and someone’s going to catch me, as soon as possible, before I hit the ground
He winces from the pain, She bleeds from her bruises, While they watch and laugh together. It hurts to move. He wants to slit his wrists, She cries herself to sleep, And they have no regrets. It hurts to blink. He vows to fight them, She promises to stand up, But they hit back harder.
The graveyard welcomes Everyone that comes in, And they never leave.
You’re Not Bad at Relationships, Your Relationship With Yourself is Bad, Time to pick yourself up now 🖤🙋♥️
You love me, But do not know, How to love, Unfortunately.
Now it’s time to take matters in your own hands babygirl 🖤🖤
Inspired by the movie- Brave ♥️🌻 From firelit window and open doors, The roads have golden bars; And round and round the world is bound By a girdle of radiant stars; But I watch to-night for a fleeting light That a moment makes or mars. Flit, flit, with the hurrying hours, In shadow and mist
I know that we will never talk again I keep remembering, how close we once were I imagine us together In order to fall asleep