[27.05.17 20:34]
for these past months I've been swallowing my I love yous, I think I might catch stomach ache
Somedays I can't seem to understand how you can exist outside the constellation of my arms
And overnight when I feel myself falling I'm just able to hold on the knots that forms on my throat, until I'm not able to
And that's unfair
How you are someone else's sun
Someone else's star
While I just can't help but feel as if my constellation is hollow
I wonder if I'm gonna be able to ever again gaze another sunset and compare its beauty with the way you make me feel.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
you'll come back again
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
I know his body is tired and his hair is grey with the weight of time and knowledge
but I want to ask him to stay
I want to run my hands through his hair a little longer
because he looks as innocent as his name
I want to ask him not to leave me yet
But I know he's not mine, I knew from the moment I met him that he's only here for a certain amount of time
I want to hold back the tears as I look at him in the eyes
He's too good, too kind and I know it's almost time for him to go
I hope he knows that I loved him until the very last second
until his eyes couldn't focus on a thing anymore
until the moment where his heart gave up on him
until the last beep of that **** machine
I hope he's some kind of proud
I hope he once loved me too
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
you'll come back
because ghosts always do that, they tend to haunt the houses they left
you'll get close to me and say how much you care about me
while you're caressing my arm
and i can only look at the way your skin is getting tan and old
and how mine is looking a little more pale and dead than yours
as if I am the ghost but I am not (I am, after all, the haunted house)
you have lost weight
you have lost your hair
and that charming self you used to be
but you haven't lost the ability to make me cry every time you leave
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
If you look under my bed you'll probably find
the versions of me you never loved,
I'm planning on joining them soon.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
I'm just waiting for you to describe
your favorite thing
I hope it have my eyes
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
I've been walking carefully around the things that still smell like you
Just in case you come back
I know how much you hate messy, I'm sorry
I still looking at my door like you're going to storm through it
and poor all over me
are you really coming back?
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
I remember the first time my mom asked about you
I said: "He looks like something I don't want to survive"
and I guess I didn't
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
I remember my mother once told me "this storm will past, every storm pass"
as I was growing up I started to love rain
the way it smells
how everything is quite and cold
after and in between
but when it rains I either get sick or start to cry
it's like my body cannot handle it
you're a constant storm pouring on me
you're the rain that won't pass but also the smell of it
the sense of cold becoming a part of me
tonight it's raining
tonight it's you again
and again
and again
I will paint this walls with my tears
or sit on the floor hearing you falling on the roof
like I'm falling everyday
I'm feeling tired and sick
and I want to cry
but I can't make you go away
I want rip my chest open cause there's rain in there too
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
I find myself often wondering about what keeps you awake at night
and what your favorite things are.
Mine is you.
It's always you.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC