step one,
come to bed.
two,
tuck me in
three,
crawl in next to me
four,
we kiss
five,
sleep.
blissful sleep.
six,
i wake up in sadness. i cling to you.
you stay. and hold me. and promise to never leave.
seven,
it's morning.
you're still here.
eight,
you're here. you're still here. you'll never leave. you'll always be here.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
*Isn't it ironic,
how we tell others to stay strong,
yet we cant do it ourselves?
Everyone seems to think
I am the “master” at
solving problems but,
I can't even figure out
how to solve my own…*
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
I promise
That you'll be okay
I promise
That you'll make it through today
I promise
I'll be here forever
I promise
I'll let you go never
I promise
That I will stay by your side
I promise
I'll be with you through this tough ride
I promise
That I will always love you
I promise
Because it's all I can do
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
the smell of you
the warmth of your skin
these feelings within..
it builds.
the happiness,
the love...
it leaves me smiling
as laughter bubbles from the heart
your warmth,
your touch,
it all leaves me wanting..
wanting more...
more of you,
more of us,
more of this time together
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
How I wish I had two lives.
One to live to the fullest,
and the other to sleep away.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
The best gifts are rarely physically given to one another,
for the most part they are simply memories,
but one of the best physical gifts one can give
is simply a handwritten note.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
I love this photo,
not because of how I look
or how it looks,
but because of everything it represents
and because of us.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
Long, handwritten letters that you wrote with an old dip pen, that is what I like.
Not lines scribbled on the computer screen, where I can’t see your soul or feel your essence.
A single daisy that you picked from a garden, because it made you think of me, that is what I like.
Not a huge bouquet of neatly wrapped flowers, too colorful and smelling of lost identity.
The simple thrill of our hands intertwined as we watch the waves crash on the shore, that is what I like.
Not a dinner at an expensive restaurant where we both feel out of place and can’t talk with our hearts or feel with our souls.
The sound of your voice saying my name, filled to the brim with love, that is what I like.
Not a ticket to a concert of some band, where I won’t be able to hear your words, drowned out by the sound of a thousand beating hearts.
The innocent smile on your face as you see me, or hear my voice, that is what I like.
Not a movie, where we will be too involved with the plot to spare time to care about us.
So, I beg you, keep those grand gestures for someone who thinks they’re all that matters.
And to me, and this is all I ask, to me, please give the little things that construct the fabric of life.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
Do you really love your life?
Enough that you would do everything up to this point the exact same way, if given the chance?
Do you love where you are right now?
If you don't,
why haven't you changed your location?
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC