his arms were like the reverse side of the pillow after a long winter day;
cold, lonely, yet somehow welcoming and extremely comforting.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
She still sleeps in your clothes because they feel like home even when your arms are home to someone else now
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
If you're not willing to fight for her...let her go.
To fight like hell with her
To hurt and ache for her because you haven't seen her in a few days
If you're not down to order carry out at 2am because shes Hungry... Let her go.
If you can't promise to love her and all of her weaknesses
Promise to love her on her bad days
And good days
And everyday in between... Let her go.
If you aren't 100%'down for all of her and her flaws... You need to let her go.
If you can't let her flourish and be all that she can be and support that... There's no reason to be with her. If you love her, let her go. Let her go and be all that she can be..
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
Love is..
Love is you and me
Love is eating Olive Garden and Pizza Hut
Love is playing call of duty
Love is watching Netflix
Love is working on cars
Love is going to photo shoots
Love is taking each other lunch
Love is back rubs and cuddles
Love is piggy back rides and dancing
Love is fighting for each other
Love is fighting with each other
Love is disagreeing
Love is painful
Love is hard
Love is rewarding
Love is you and me
And love is worth the fight.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
You'll fight and you'll argue
You'll scream and you'll yell
You'll smoke because you're mad
You'll cut because you're numb
He'll block you out of his life
Only to keep you safe
He'll be thinking of you every moment,
Knowing exactly where he was when you called.
He'll ignore your call because he's got nothing to say,
Being ignored just isn't your style
You'll blow up his phone
Only because you care
No one is there for him so you try to be
He won't let you in,
He doesn't know how
It's just not his style,
But it's completely yours.
You can't wallow in your problems
Because then they become scars.
He can't speak right away because his thoughts become reckless.
You deal with him and he deals with you
You love each other deeply but it just might not be enough
You fight and you fight to stay together
The love and feelings are there
The passion is there
So what could be missing?
Why can't you make it work..
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
three cuts and two smokes later the tears finally subside. She hates herself more and more for giving into the razor and the nicotine because the tears may be gone, but the feelings reside in her heard, head and mind for the rest of the night.
She smells of smoke and her skin burns from the blade, but the tears have subsided and her mind is a bit clear.
Her bad habits remain, but the tears subsided.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
He was quiet. Speaking only when necessary, but rarely at all.
He was talented and loving,
caring and funny.
Until his love slipped out of his hands.
Lost and lonely,
Sacred and sad,
He sat there, heartbroken and wondering
what could be next.
When the love was gone, talent prevailed;
showing his true colors and the feelings he had within.
He shared his thoughts with the world, and the world approved.
The music came from the soul, reaching all who could relate
to his devastating loss, yet had faith.
When he found himself again, he found the love he once lost. This time in the form of a human, not just a dog.
Ah but that's just it- he was never "just a dog" he was man's best friend, hero and savior.
She'll never save him the way that dog did, but she can surely try.
Keeping his hopes and dreams alive,
she stood by his side,
never losing faith.
When he seems to stray, she pulls him in, only to watch him stray farther. The silence tugs at her heartstrings because she's said it all, and it wasn't enough.
But what could she expect from a man so quiet, only his dog could understand?
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
What will become of us, when I have nothing left to say?
When I'm completely burnt out, and have no feelings left to convey?
Drowning in my sorrows, looking for more words to ramble on because rambling seems to be the only way.
The only way to communicate the longing to save someone from my own nightmare.
I talk to talk, hoping that someone will finally understand my jibberish words of thoughts i've compiled together.
My words have lost their meaning, I'm speaking only to myself,
trying to make sense of the words that come out of my mouth.
I've nothing left inside me...Will you take over the talking?
Longing to hear someone else say the things I've thought- quite the impossible thought if you ask me.
How can I expect someone else to read my mind, then communicate it back to me?
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
You rarely speak, communicating only your angst
It tears me apart; only because I have so much to say.
So much of literally
N O T H I N G
to say.
I sit here and pretend that my words have meaning, when in reality, they're words filled with meanings I cannot yet convey.
Why I cant get them through to you,
I'll never know.
Is it because I'm not good enough, or because you don't want to listen?
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
Keep me in mind when you're lonely at night.
When you can't sleep
Because the bed feels empty without me by your side
Keep me in mind when you wake up for the fifth time before your alarm goes off in the morning
When you can't sleep at night
Because the bed feels empty without me by your side
Keep me in mind.
Because I was the best **** thing you had until you let me slip away.
You let me slip away because you couldn't stand the idea of someone caring about you.
So when the next girl comes along and wants to care for and love you, keep me in mind.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC