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three fifty five.
and i don't know why but whenever i imagined falling in love, it was never about fireworks or butterflies or glances from across the room. it was always just about two people that wanted to be together and would be, despite what got in the way. that's what falling in love was going to be like for me, i told myself ( Read more... ) -
the potion didn't work and the spell broke.
and like a fool, i ran outside and stood in the rain, as though expecting someone to be standing there. i stood there and waited, waited for that feeling of being completely breath taken, for that soft sigh of fairytales and sparks in dimly lit rooms. i waited, but it never came. i went back in to warmth and regularity, feeling the ache in my chest ( Read more... ) -
and then i lost you.
i found you in the places in between my hand and the almost moment of me stopping what could have been the best thing in my life from walking away. i found you crying silently in the darkness of my room after a fight with my parents, found you crying the tears i couldn't let go - found you shaking with fingers clenched tight and i wanted to take ( Read more... ) -
midnight's monsters.
you cook and eat and cry and paint and scream and write and bleed yourself dry but the dread doesn't go away. that dread resting in the gaps of your ribcage - it's not saying 'this is all that you have.' it's throwing restlessness at your fingertips, into the pale skin of your wrist where veins are so blue and ready. it's a fear. it's a fear and it ( Read more... ) -
pieces, part 2.
someday you're going to go away and you're going to forget about us, but that's okay. it might not be somewhere far; maybe you'll just go a couple steps away from here but when you go, there will be no coming back, and that's okay too. by then, you won't need me and all the secrets i've entrusted you with. you won't need the small hellos and how ( Read more... ) -
pieces, part 1.
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND I, is that you give them everything they could possibly ask for, and more. whatever they want, when they really don't know what it is at all. me, i take every last bit, all the first touches and good mornings and too-long looks, until they are left in ruins for every other person that could have been the one. and i ( Read more... ) -
how i bleed for you.
i will cut myself open and show you all the pieces of my heart. you can pick the biggest, strongest, piece for yourself so when you are not near, i'd feel it every day or you can pick the one hidden but deep red piece that i won't notice gone until years later because nothing else was ever, ever, quite enough without you in my life. -
(where are you now).
you are the field and i am your broken dreams. where are you because i'm right here with nowhere to go. are you sitting in the backseat with your legs stretched out, the world at your back, all the places to go but not wanting. (all we really are are opposites). are you listening to a radio station that plays songs about last days and life and ( Read more... ) -
it's just a title.
ran away with each other's first love
and all you did was laugh like you knew.
so i sent letters to the wind to find you again
and colored your heart perfect shades of indigo
when i found you silently waiting under atlantis.
we ran away with each other's first love.
i ran away with you. -
can you hear me?
hello darling, can you hear me when i ask of you. can you hear me when i tell you that you are the snow to my sky and dream to my sleep. i've been waiting for your answers; it's been years now, and maybe darling, maybe you haven't received the message i sent via tinted green bottle sea service, so i'm sending again by the grains of sand in the wind ( Read more... )