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alexa Jan 2019
falling for you was like blinking;
close my eyes for a split second
and i miss it,
but suddenly my eyes are open again
and the world's a little brighter,
heart's a little warmer knowing there's somebody out there--
not just somebody, you--
that actually gives a **** about what i have to say
and the way i think
and how i love
and everything or anyone that's ever hurt me.
don't blink-- i don't want to miss it

baby you are once in a lifetime.
-a.c.b
  Jan 2019 alexa
Harri
And I will fall for you,
Not like rain
Or drifting flakes of snow,
But like the sun.
Everyday.
Endlessly.
Over and over again.
alexa Jan 2019
my bucket list was always

skydiving
zip lining
fall in love

but i have since realized skydiving is unrealistic
zip lining has been done already
and falling in love...
falling in love is not a box you can check off.

i fell in love with the idea of falling
not knowing it would be
as intense as it is,
like skydiving without a parachute or
the cable breaking while zip lining

except with this,
i don't mind the plummet
in fact, my stomach dropping
feels a little like the butterflies that still kiss my insides
when i see you;

everything else on my bucket list feels
insignificant
because i met you;
that's (almost) enough adventure
for me.
-a.c.b
i'm kinda in my bag rn
alexa Jan 2019
he says we're all made of stars
and sitting there, meeting your eye
i could not agree more
because i have never,
not ever
seen anyone shine as bright as you.
-a.c.b
inspired by my physics teacher literally telling us today that we're all technically made up of star stuff. sounded hella poetic to me, especially sitting there with the love of my life in front of me, so blissfully unaware how bright he shines...
alexa Jan 2019
i look at you and wonder
how anyone ever thought it was okay
to let you think
you deserve anything less than
the world.
alexa Jan 2019
it came up behind you out of nowhere;
one day you were sitting there,
laughing with your friends under a tangerine sky
and now
you're wondering when, exactly, everything got so grey
and why you're no longer excited for your future
and why you no longer like to make eye contact in the mirror
and why you gravitate
towards all things
a little broken.
i know why...
you see yourself in them.
-a.c.b
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