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  Dec 2015 A
Kayla
He didn’t love her for her body.

He loved her for the way she belted out the wrong lyrics while blasting music driving down the highway.

He loved her for the way her eyes brightened like stars on a cloudless night when she saw him.

He loved her for the way she twirled around in her pretty blue dress, barefoot on the soft grass.

He loved her for the way she fumbled over the piano keys, creating a barely recognizable melody.

He loved her for the way she woke up on an early morning, all grumpy and confused, wrapped up tight in a blanket.

He loved her for the way she splashes around in the ocean, kicking the water at him and motioning for him to join her.

He loved her for the way she loved him.

He didn’t love her for her body.

He loved her for her careless, sloppy soul.
A Dec 2015
6w
You make me want to *****
  Dec 2015 A
Rj
"The truth is, that giddy butterfly in-love feeling? It goes away. And all that's left is friendship. You have to ask, is my lover my best friend, because in the end that's all that's left"
A quote by one of the counsellors when talking to me about love. He's read so many psychological studies, and he says even from his own experience, being in love isn't just about the butterflies because that's temporary. It's about the compatibility. Will your lover end up being your best friend, or a temporary feeling? I thought it was really cool.
  Dec 2015 A
Caroline E
Words can hurt,
But the silence kills me.
  Dec 2015 A
Nevermind
I'm sorry for the things I say
When I'm not feeling like myself
I know I sound concerning
Expressing the pain I've felt
I just need someone to talk to
And you happen to be there
I end up pouring out my sorrows
And all you can do is stare
And I don't look at your face
But I know you're probably scared
Or maybe you look down at me pitifully
As I sit on the bottom stair
Moving my hands sporadically
Head thrashing from side to side
My therapist says I look schizophrenic
When I say what's on my mind
  Dec 2015 A
Amanda
Hug
In the crook of their necks,
the two thieves fell in love.

Hi sunshine!
x
A Dec 2015
6w
I didn't ask to be born.
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