We got caught in the rain today
and it ruined my new shoes,
but I didn’t care
because I saw your face
in the way that the leather crinkled.
The words “I love you” got caught in the raindrops,
dribbled down my face,
and were lost in the sewer.
I wish you would’ve known
the way your smile kept me warm
in the pouring rain.
I wish I could’ve told you
how your laugh sheltered me
from the cold.
I wish the raindrops could come out
of the sewer.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
Death is like this...
they call you annoying for the first time and you feel your throat tighten up as you slink into submission.
Do not let it get to you.
Death is like this...
they stop listening to you mid sentence and leave you with your eyes meeting the floor.
Please keep talking.
Death is like this...
they say you're ugly and you can feel your heart sink to the floor as your eyes well up with tears.
Their opinion is worthless anyway.
Death is like this...
your first breakup almost tears you at the very seams as you try to keep yourself together and keep your heart from pounding out of your chest.
Its ok if you're not alright.
Death is like this...
they say they love you through gritted teeth and eyes that wont meet yours.
Someone will mean it one day.
they say they love you and they mark another girl with their lips.
They were not worthy of you.
they say they love you and then they leave you.
They were too scared to take on responsibility.
they say they'll be there for you until its 3am and you're crying and sending them texts saying how everysinglething is coming back to you but they see you the next day and act as if they hadn't gotten the text.
Find someone who will.
the one you trust the most lies to you.
Give them one more chance.
Death is like this...
you're sitting in bed wondering what's the point of going to school when all you can see is empty eyes and fake smiles.
There is more beauty within a person than you can imagine.
you're sitting on the bathroom floor wondering where everything went wrong.
Remember to see all the small things going right.
you're sitting in the tub asking yourself how you got so weak.
Please stay strong.
Death is like this...
you gave them another chance but they didn't give you the time of day.
There will be someone that proves to you that "sorry" is more than a word.
But death can also be like this:
sitting on a bed at age 80 with the best memories of your life going by.
Please remember that.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
When was the last time you heard silence?
When was the last time nothing sounded like everything?
When was the last time you could hear the sadness in silence, or the comfort in it?
Tell me, when was the last time you felt it in the air, heavy and light and looming and drifting at the same time?
Tell me, when was the last time you knew that the silence after "I'm ok," shouted "that's a lie"?
Or when the silence after "I'm alright," made you feel secure?
Now tell me, when was the last time silence was ever really silent?
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
skin against skin in the purest way
i want to feel your hands on my face when you lean in to kiss me
and i want to feel your arms against mine when we hug and hold hands
and those brief fleeting moments when we do are not enough
if i could hold you in my arms for the day i swear i would and i finally understand why people invented cuddling
and no matter what you do or how you look,
you're just so intoxicating and beautiful
and even in a strangers perspective i bet they'd say the same
its like you're made out of ******* because you're so addicting but i can't give in because there's a sign you made that says "for recreational use only"
and I wonder if anyone else has thought what I've written about you,
because you aren't just the stars;
you're the sun and the moon too.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
You think about death as if its when youre in your 90's, as if its in the far away future;
but it could be right around the corner and the sad fact is that we're not bulletproof.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
You make my day a little bit brighter and your touch makes me feel a little more alive.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
I've tried to explain him but the only thing that comes out is bits and pieces of broken thought.
Its like everysingleword ever made has not, does not, live up to what he is.
I can only explain him through metaphors and similes because nothing can come close to describing someone as magnificent as seeing the sunrise on the first day of summer.
His skin is made of stars and constellations that are constantly being formed.
His eyes are like the vastness of galaxies and space itself; and when I think I can looked away, there's always something more to see.
He is endless, infinite;
and I still have so much to learn about him.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
He tells me I'm beautiful like its a fact, not a compliment.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Everyone always tells me that I need to stop thinking in order to reach clarity.
That thinking too much hurts.
But you know what I think?
I think that sometimes pain in necessary to see how I feel.
That sometimes I need to dig and scratch and claw deep down into my soul to realize.
That sometimes those restless nights in bed where I can't get every single emotion and 'what if' out; I toss and turn in bed with thoughts that never cease to rest; they are crucial.
Because sometimes in all of this, I find more important things.
I have these conversations in my head that 'click'... And I realize why I do the things I do.
And even though this piece of information isn't important or doesn't pertain to the problem I'm having,
it takes me one step closer to having every gear turn together in harmony.
One step closer to having everything about myself be somewhat understandable.
One step closer to understanding myself.
And you know what I think? I think that's important.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
You're on my mind like the whiskey in my blood and the smell of cigarettes on my breath.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC