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I miss the way you’d always be the first to call me in the morning
I miss feeling like I found someone in the world who understood who I could be
I miss how I was your girl, the person you went to when everything started to fall apart
I miss being fearlessly, childishly in love
I miss how we were able to just sit in utter silence and have the best time of our lives together
I miss those days when reality seemed much better than my dreams
I miss being that girl who loved, laughed, lived with her heart on her sleeve
I miss you and me
I miss us
I miss looking up at the stars and knowing you’ll be looking too, just thinking of me.
I miss thinking life always has a way of working out
I miss believing in myself
I miss those nights we spent under the sky light, counting the stars till the sunrise
I miss thinking that I had it all figured out, my life, who I wanted to be
I miss being who I thought I was
I miss those good old days, days that are just memories now
I miss you
A simple I need you, I want you, I miss you can change not only your day but that ache in your chest.
Beside hope we must remember
The sweet promises we once believed
The language of this universe soars through a thousand dreams
Together the morning light finds its home
We try and unite and for a second its pure delight
A tiny voice that imagines emotions
A sacred sound that belongs
We become a prisoner in the depths of our core
Yearning for youth and so much more
Haunted by a broken eternity
Concrete secrets that slay the joy
Lately
I wake up in
a state that cannot be found
on a road map
and I wonder why
you are not there
   where are you these days
          getting drunk with your friends
    why did I love you
I have no ******* clue
    but still
          night after night
    I dream about
death
and I dream about
you
-
Why can't everyone
just be
as unstable
as me
-
I smiled today
a genuine kind of smile
the kind of smile that is produced
when a flower looks up at you
but then guilt reminded me
that I am not allowed to be
something of such beauty
so I washed it all away in the sink
(back to normal)
-
it sneaks up on you
and it follows you
you know?
like a ******* shadow
and then you forget it's there
because sometimes the sun shines
and sometimes the sound of laughter
and the beating of hearts
scares it away
but then it always, always
finds a way back to you
and devours you

you know?
being an optimist
means living with the door open-
waiting for someone to walk in your life
with a bouquet of a thousand balloons,
take you by the hand
and lead you on your next adventure.

being an optimist
means getting back up
after your teeth have been kicked in,
knowing that there had to be a plan
for your new toothless smile
and so-
you smile anyway.

being an optimist
means holding onto hope
when devastation strikes
grasping the ideas that this,
is only temporary-
while your life...
is permanent.

optimism is about
looking up
when the world
wants you to look down-
finding laughter
in the things that make you sad-
and kicking ***
at everything
that walks through your door.
I
wanna
love a reader-
Probably
because I'm a writer?
Or
maybe
because
the silence
that a person spends
with themselves
to sit down
and learn something new
is super **** to me.

There ain't nothing
like an old fashion piece
of literature-
something that can
paint
your imagination
a thousand
different colors
by the power of a few words.

What's more
beautiful
than a writer
loving
a
reader?

A
reader
loving
a
writer...
while leaving
the inspiration
for new thoughts.
It's true...
I divide myself
into teeny tiny pieces,
leaving behind
important bits-
that
cause a glitch
with the rhythm
of my heart.
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