He was the clouds
That turned to be nothing but mist and fog and rain.
And in the end he turned into a storm and rained
And he drowned the flowers and the trees that he once nourished
And my little heart, that was once made up of beauty and life and birds
Became a swamp land that feared the unknown and the idea of a broken heart
“I wish we would’ve remained friends, after all, you are still the one who comes into my mind when I want to share my stories,” I said.
“I think it means something when you find that one person you look forward to talking to about your day; whether it was a long day or an easy day, a rough day or a good day, and somehow, they make it a little better at the end of it.
You are still that person for me.”
It’s almost 3am and I have never been one for late nights, but since you left I just can’t bring myself to close my eyes because I hate waking up without seeing you lying next to me. So instead I lay awake staring at the stars and wondering why the fuck I wasn’t good enough for you.
(via writingsbymorgan)
i dont know why it hurts so much. yes, i cried my fucking heart out yesterday, i wanted to rip my chest open and stop that goddamned thing from beating so fast. i wanted you with me, on that bench. telling me you’re sorry. telling me you love me with that look in your eyes, that warm look, that made me fall in love with you in the first place. instead, i cant stop thinking about that cold expression on your face when you said “i cant do that anymore.” i asked you “what? what cant you do anymore?” and you said you just couldnt love me anymore. you’ve been thinking about this for a while. that’s the same thing you said after our first kiss. oh what i would do to kiss you again. feel your arms around me and suddenly feel so complete, fall asleep next to the person you used to be weeks ago. i miss you. not the you you are right now. i mean the you i fell in love with. the you that made my heart beat faster, in a good way. the you that could save my day just by smiling at me. oh what i would do to experience those memories again
i want you back, so bad (via throwing-tits-at-my-window)
And once you’ve taught him how to hold your throat in one hand and your heart in the other, you will have forgotten every other word, except his name.
Ashe Vernon, excerpt from “Profane” (via lovelustquotes)
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable…It means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
She wiped the black spilling from her eyelashes onto her cheek and in that moment, I wanted, I needed, for magic to exist. I wanted to peel back her lonely skin and feel her saddness stare straight into the blue inside my eyes. I wanted and I needed it to know, that I, I loved her too, and my god I, I would fight for her.
Christopher Poindexter (via lovelustquotes)
I forgot what it feels like to have a body pressed against mine, what skin to skin contact feels like. Intimacy has become a foreign concept.
me, 22.11.15 (via lovelustquotes)
As you get older you start doing things in reverse. You start cutting people out from your life. Your Christmas list becomes practically nonexistent. You don’t need to be the first in line for everything. You take less pictures because some memories are best kept in your heart and not your hard drive. And instead of looking for love, you dig for it from within.
bookmarks in my life (via harukimuracallme)
My biggest fear is being referred to by a man as “chill.”
I am not chill.
I am sensitive. And anxiety ridden. And poetic.
I am sexual. Supportive. Loving.Oh so loving.
Long after you leave I will still dream about you, write about you.
I will write you a song and sing you to sleep.
But I am not chill. I am me.
@likewedream (via lovelustquotes)
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