even if you run away,
even if you hide,
I'm going to chase you.
and I won't stop.
I'm going to pursue you
and I will find you
and you'll see me
in the sky, in the sun,
and in the moon and stars.
and you'll see me
when you buy sunflowers
and when you drink
your morning coffee
and you'll see me in
the sunshine and
you'll see me
in the rainy days, too.
I'll be hiding in the
sunrises and sunsets
and mountains and valleys
and you'll hear my voice
in the radio and in
the songs of birds.
and you'll find me
in the words you write
and in the ones you read
and you will go on walks
and you'll look for me
and you'll find me
at the end of the road
with my arms open wide.

I may not be suicidal
But I'm still sad in a way that destroys me

They always compare love to a burning fire
And say, " you ignited my heart into flames"
But you were the frozen furnace
The ancient stove that no one ever bothered to heat up
You were cold down to the core and I had electrical heat running through my veins
And everytime I touched you you gave me frostbite
I tried so hard but you were too numb
And sooner or later,
I ran out of match sticks to keep this pathetic excuse of a fire alive
Because I was the forest fire and your were the water that drowned me

And in that moment
I fell for you like a bullet to the chest;
You took my breath away
As I had fallen
So deeply in love with you.

Why are such strong independent women afraid of wrinkles?
They're shelves to hold all the novels your life is written into, theyre lines to follow like a map of where you've been. They're proof you have lived a life they are proof you have felt things to great depths they are proof THAT YOU ARE HUMAN. feel pride for the art that is sprawled across your skin you've lived your life so boldly; so ******* strong. Being afraid of those defining lines of your life is such a cowardly thing to do.