There was nothing poetic about it this time
It was more like that night I had alcohol poisoning and you held my hair back and slept on the bathroom floor with me just to make sure I was okay. It was thoughtful and sweet, but not romantic or beautiful. It was just us taking care of each other.
I don't believe in past tense
I’m always running, Always hiding. I’m always trying to stay one step ahead. As love turns to loved, I’ll be half way to the next place, On my way to another present tense. Because if I stay here and hurt Am happy might turn into was happy And forever might turn into for a time. I’m not strong enough to handle that. So if I leave while you still miss me,...
Why are you so upset?
Because I loved you after you stopped Or because I don’t anymore? Yesterday made everything so clear.
I’ll whisper that I love you, as you fall out of your clothes.
I love you.
crux-: I love you on your best days and your worst. I love you when you are lost and don’t know who you are. I love you through your struggles and your successes. I love you when you are feeling weak and hopeless. I love you when no one else does. I would even love you if you fell in love with someone else. I will never stop.
I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that...– Dave Eggers (via tissah)
And maybe sex is more like riding a bike than we...
Me: Laying there in your bed, wrapped up in you, shaking like an addict going through withdraw. You: Smelling individual strands of my hair with your eyes closed as if the scent of coconut shampoo somehow makes the whole world make sense. We laid there, hearts beating too fast, as we thought about the meaning of what had just taken place. We talked about it, or tried to. We avoided the topics...
If there's one thing I refuse to be
it’s afraid to be myself. I am exactly who I am. I’ll tell you exactly how I feel because lying about it can only make it worse. This is me, and I am perfectly happy being me.
beauty is skin deep; ugly is to the bone.: and he... →
esse-videri: Break is drawing to a close and I am happy. Really happy. It got rough there for a while; I got scared and I got sad. I’d made you out to be something you’re not, and of course, false prophecies lie. I finally cried and maybe we both thought the walls were coming down but they weren’t: if…