Live for mornings
The lazy ones that help you forget
and warm ones that make you remember
Get up!
Find the beauty the night died for
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
i know you're scared
but let's not worry about our love. instead,
give it the freedom to flourish, the space to be wounded, to collect scars
let us fight the fear of losing sight of it
as it runs through the field of our rights and wrongs
as it swims through the sea of our secrets
as it crawls through the crevices within our pleasures and pains
as it flies high with our spirits in every shared glance
as it walks barefoot through our fights and poorly-chosen words
as it grows old with our bodies, wise with our minds
it will roar and glow eternal through our storms
as each day ends, we should let our love sleep
give it sweet time and hope it dreams of us all night
let's keep the silence
baby, find the stillness in your mind and know
that when morning breaks and the sky awakes
we're gonna wake up to its smile
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
Baby steal my time
Spend it carelessly
Only you can turn it into gold
Make it fast, slow
Turn it back, if you desire
It is nothing when it is not yours
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
Our faults lined up like constellations
Shown alight on the midnight sky
We marvelled at them lovingly, in silence
From your bed and mine
Our sins kept us warm like the morning sun
Keeping life within our reach
They awakened our hearts, killed our darkness,
Kept our resolves breached
Our love polluted our hearts with selfishness
Planted resentment in our minds
And now we hate for never finding
Where each other chose to hide
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
Give me all your pain,
your faults, your anger. I'll keep
them like they're my own
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
Crammed years into nights,
Spoke of lives lived in between,
Like crimes to confess.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
She hated living
alone she filled the closets
with her skeletons
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
But now i can't tell
if you're just my type, or if
the "type" just means you.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
her presence was rough
and it left a splinter that
i could not pull out
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
kept drinking hoping
to find the "i love you too"
after the last shot
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:27 AM UTC