sitting in their room:
somebody's looking at a bunch of pills.
staring at a stack of razors.
holding a thick belt in their hand.
or just thinking, contemplating to end it all.
but then suddenly, they think of you.
your smile.
the dimple on your cheek that appears when you smile.
oh god, that beautiful smile.
your touch.
the feeling they get when your soft yet strong hands caress ex their body.
feeling like they're floating, reliving that moment.
your voice.
that sweet voice that asks, "how are you today?" & says "i love you" & "i'm sorry" when they wrong you.
that sweet, sweet voice.
sweet enough to calm monster within.
your hair.
the way it feels. how it curls up when it's wet after you take a swim.
how you hate it when they touch your hair.
your love.
the way you're willing to understand them.
even though you don't, you are willing.
someone, somewhere, could throw those pills away,
throw those razors away,
choose to adorn that thick belt on their waist instead of on their neck,
& choose to hold on.
all because they thought of you.

— @beeyroyce.

i want to know everything you feel when we're together
i want to know if you love the rain
or if you abhor it
but it doesn't matter
i will still drag you outside during a storm to dance with me
no rain jackets, no shoes, no cares
nothing but our feet, hands, and souls making splashes
and soaking ourselves
in the moment

I wish I was your
One and only rather than
Your one of many

they say that home isn't four walls and a roof,
but eyes and a heartbeat.
perhaps it's true
because ever since you walked away from the door,
i feel so homeless.

How shall I begin?
You caught my eye the first time i met you in the cafe.
We were playing cards, everything about you just fascinates me.
Your hair? Haha. No mainly your personality intrigued me. Alot.
Your intelligience made me inferior. I liked that.
Sometimes I wish you knew how much of a unique gem you are to everyone around you.
You forget how special you are in the eyes of those who care for you. You're selfish. You're just a lost soul. Drowned in your delusional sadness. I'm so mad at you.
Most importantly I wished you knew how much you meant to me.
I know I'm a reckless rebel,I say brutal honest things which hurts everyone.
But ...
I'll fight and keep fighting for friendships If i mess it up.
Need i explain myself why?
Because I know the pain of losing someone that is irreplaceable.
Why wont you push away your ego and wipe out the misunderstandings we had?
How could you just push me aside so easily and forgetting what this friendship meant to you?
I apologise,maybe Im the only one who felt this way. All along.

Would you please give me another chance?
Because I miss what we shared. I miss our bond. It was special.
I promise it will be worth it.

In the movement of space and time
We are less than footnotes in a sentence
In a paragraph
On a page
In a book
Of a never ending story
To be read or not
It does not matter
Time takes all

I understand why everyone is always so angry all the time
But at the same time, it baffles me
There is war, crime, hatred against people
People who are all the same
We were all created from an explosion in the sky
We live on a floating planet, sustainable enough to provide just for us
Yet, we hate each other
We hate each other because we are different
Our skin is different
Our language is different
Our culture is different
Our minds are different
Our bodies are different
Our lives are different
We are different
And no one is happy
Everyone goes to school, works, grows up believing lies, see’s the truth, hates the world, works a little more, and then dies
Never experiencing happiness
Never knowing equality
The tree’s are alive
The wind is calling your name
It’s up to you to end the hatred,
To change the world,
To experience,
To live.