A boy on the train ran his fingers through his hair in the same way you used to. It was nice to remember... and then it wasn't.

5 am
The feeling of knowing that you will never be more awake or alive in yourself in this moment. That you can say to yourself, "I am enough, I can be enough, I will always be enough" and believe it with your entire body. That you can stand alone on an empty beach after a thunderstorm and know that at any other moment you'd be wishing that you'd have someone to share it with. But in the time where the air is crisp and the waves are so gentle they seem as if they're caressing the sand it washes upon, you know that all you really need is yourself. Your own soul. Your own peace. Your own love.


5 pm**
The feeling of knowing that you will never be more adventure-filled and spontaneous in yourself in this moment.  That you will say to yourself, "why do I have to be so ******* lonely" and feel it in the pit of stomach, in the ache of your heart and in the rambles of your head. But when the horizon is pink over the water it makes the not knowing seems less scary, like maybe you're never really meant to know - even if you think you do. *The world is yours and you are the worlds.

I wish i had have had more time with the place i call home.
But it was out of my hands.
Now when i sleep at night it doesn't quite feel right.

Your touch felt like fire against my skin
Igniting me as if i was kerosene
But now the spark has dulled me
And i know that this isn't love

I hate you
I miss you
I wish I never met you
I love you
I don’t miss you
I wish I was still yours
I hope she breaks your heart
I hope you still get reminded of me everyday
I wish you would get out of my head
I wish I could forget you
Come back
I hope I never forget you
Don't ever come back to me
Hold me again
Leave me alone
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you

I need you
But I need me more

I'll always love you


But I'll always need to love myself more

It's days like these that makes me want to leave.
To tread through the cold to find a warmth other than you.
Cause you can no longer keep my dead hands from freezing.

Tomb raider movies
The Titanic
Men on the street who look like knives and cars
Cigarettes
The smell of cigarettes
The taste of cigarettes on someone's lips and tongue
Wooden stairs that descend into the ocean
**** smith
Tea (especially Earl Grey)
The smell of his room
Someone with the same name
The movies
Car kisses
Neck kisses
Casual thigh touches
Chess
Classical piano music
The corner chemist
The Greek restaurant we never got to go to
The underneath of bridges
Anyplace we kissed
Baskin Robbins
Goldstein's
Sherlock Holmes novels
The word beautiful
Rose St
Those ******* shoes
Iron Maiden
Christmas songs
Sometimes I don’t even need a trigger