down the rabbit hole i live through literature. breathing through poetry and feeding through prose.
i am a warrior with the pen as my sword and the paper as my battlefield. 17 followers / 575 words
it's not okay that i still think of you every night before i go to bed and every morning when i wake
in every first sip of coffee and every last shot of whiskey you're on my mind and baby it hurts
everytime i see the night sky, i ask myself if i still cross your mind because baby, you still do (every now and then) and i am worried until when
in every page of a book i turn i remind myself of the pain of having you as a whole book (present in every page, just like in every day) while i was a mere chapter in yours
i remember you with the air that hugs my body with the heat from the sun that kisses my skin with the sound of everyone's breathing i can feel you
in a room full of people i search for you and when i can't see you, i imagine you hiding on a post (smiling) just like how i saw you the first time
i still think of you every now and then and i just can't seem to let you go
I wanted to take My favorite parts of you And press it on my favorite book Just like I do with petals From flowers that I like But they ended up leaving dents into the book. And I wondered why. Because I picked my favorite parts, Only then must I have realized, That every part of you Was my favorite.
*i pressed all of you into the book but you were too good to be true you ruined the book,