There was no timeline to healing,
One day you could be dancing to the songs you cried to,
The next you'd fall to your knees in peaceful silence,
The type of silence where you can hear your heart break,
Where the echos of your heart beating is louder than the chaos outside.
When everything seems wrong,
Yet everything is right.
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 11:40 PM UTC
I only have looked at him once and I haven't been able to look away,
There was something captivating about him,
Maybe it was the way he ran his hand softly through his messy hair everytime he got nervous,
Or maybe it was the way he bit his lip before throwing his head back to laugh everytime he cracked a joke.
Or was it how his eyes sparkled with innocence and mischief.
He was surely made of a different stardust,
Something rare,
Something special,
Surely God spent a little too much time creating him because theres no other way to explain how someone could be so perfect,
His heart was purer than gold,
And his head filthier than the sewers,
He was the best of both worlds,
And he was mine.
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 2:43 AM UTC
In the battle of love vs respect,
Let us teach our daughters that respect always wins.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
There is absolutely nothing wrong with loving someone too much,
But theres everything wrong when you love yourself too less.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
I have fed mouths I should have poisoned,
Held hands I should have broken,
Backed ******* I should have stabbed,
And they said only Harry Potter could talk to snakes.
Lies.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
Dont you get it yet he yelled with tears in his eyes,
Iam not asking for his place,
Iam asking you to let me create mine.
Let me be there while you rebuild your heart he said as parting words before all she could do was stare at his retreating back,
That was the moment it happened,
Something melted,
Something happened.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
The eyes were mine
But the dreams were hers
The achievements were mine
But the hard work was hers,
The struggles were mine,
But the suffering was hers,
What would I be without her?
Nothing.
What am I with her?
Victorious.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC
Slowly you started being imperative for all my good days,
But you also held my hand on the bad ones,
And they became good too.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
Maybe that was the positive side to time,
It always passes,
So everything ends,
no matter how hard,
And that was water to my burning fire.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC
The knife on my back came from the one who held my beating heart in his hands.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC