I’m so glad you’re close enough so I can lean over and whisper whatever love I have into your ear.
“I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.”
(Source: larmoyante)
I’m so glad you’re close enough so I can lean over and whisper whatever love I have into your ear.
“I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.”
(Source: erin-madeline)
You know, I’ve found that whenever anyone says something really funny and I laugh, I always look around to see if you think it’s funny too. Even when you’re not there, I still look around.
“And she, with the vigorous tenacity of love, always so much stronger than hate, clasped her tight and even lifted her from the floor in the struggle that they had. All this was in a second. As the smoke cleared, leaving an awful stillness, it passed out on the air, like the soul of the furious woman whose body lay lifeless on the ground.”
I just wanna see you be brave!
“When your new girlfriend tells you that she loves
you for the first time, you call me first. You say you
can’t handle it. You say it’s too soon. You say words
like smothered and clingy and I’m digging my teeth
into my tongue because you must be the last person to
know, aren’t you, you really must be the last fucking
person on this earth to have a clue. You demand to know
what makes you so lovable. I say empty, meaningless
words like nice and funny because the truth is a lump in
the throat. The truth is that I want everything that has
to do with you, that sometimes that want is another
living, breathing organism—a phantom limb of longing.
You press harder, croon promises of everlasting
friendship into your end of the line and I wonder if you
can hear me falling apart at the joints on my end. I don’t
know when I’ll finally be able to stop writing poems
about you but I imagine it will happen when your new
girlfriend tells you that she loves you for a second time
and you don’t call anyone. You swallow the heavy. You
know you’ll get there eventually, that soon she will be
who you call when you want reassurances of love. My
face is already starting to blur. You say it back.”
(Source: lazyteen)
“I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.”
(Source: loveissomeone)
Let us write, not of lost love, but of a passing indifference. You don’t lose a love that strong - distance and time wear it down until it is a papery thin filament which tears could easily dissolve. That is what hurts the most. We smoke, we drink, we gamble away what is left of a time that brought concrete into a shifting of balance. The clock has brought understanding that change is the only thing which remains the same as minutes tick by and sleeps become impossible to distinguish. Whether spent in hot, salt water, or cold, heavy stamps, darkness comes and darkness goes. Do not forget that solace is always found in memories, or books. Books are good for comfort too.
“How pathetic is that? How stupid is that? To put all your hopes in a promise that was never made.”
