Having you on my mind is easy, I pretend to hold your hand as we walk past my memories and thoughts I pretend to gaze into your eyes while my head replays the sound of your laugh I pretend to make the illusion of your presence, using whatever i have left of you, seem real
Having you in my heart is the difficult part, I cannot make my heart nervously beat faster if you’re not actually there I cannot feel the warmth of your presence against the cold expanding in my chest I cannot make it believe in the presence of something that is not there
Having you on my mind is easy, but my heart knows that’s a lie.
You will look for me in her - The way my rosy cheeks blushed at the sight of you. The way my voice was your only remedy on a bad day. The way my eyes spoke a language only you could understand. The way my words rolled off my pink lips like melodies - and you will never find me.
She wrote poems to the butterflies, and they batted their wings to the lyricism of her words She read stories to the trees, and they blossomed to the sunshine of her voice She sang lullabies to the oceans, and the waters swayed to the limitless echo of the syllables which farewelled her lips She caressed the sun, and he surrendered his power to the silken skin which embodied a soul of gold She kissed the clouds, and the skies watered the forests with their tears of joy
She loved him, and although the earth, the skies, and its oceans did too, He could not love her back.
i hope the butterflies that used to occupy my stomach sing you the lullabies i will never be able to sing again, for my voice has bade me farewell as soon as you left and has left me with a void that cries out for you; my lungs now gasp for air and my glass fragile heart has shattered into a thousand shards that thirst for the blood that used to run through my veins like honey.
i hope the butterflies guide you for a million years, for i will love you until the end of time.
it’s almost like a game of tug of war, only to watch the opponent let go of the rope on purpose to watch you fall. it’s almost like a daisy that is about to bloom, only to be blown away by a hurricane the next day. it’s almost like a complete puzzle, only with a missing piece.
they say the pain goes away after it has taken everything from you, so i guess i can say that i’m halfway there.
“how did you get over him”, they asked. “i’ll tell you when i do”, i answered.
Our bodies may never entwine again In their lifetimes Our skin may eventually shed Every touch and kiss and grip Of you and I To be all but mere dust My longing for you may seep Into every sweet letter and noun and adjective I choose to utter Unto my speech is but lost scripture But the very ashes of me: Bones, organs, salt and all Will sleep with undying peace In Earth’s nomadic bed In the knowledge The hands of time are tied When we’re together
It’s as if the cosmos, the stars The planets, unknown forces Whatever it is, banded together To preserve a timeless pocket Of our love’s lint That transcends us And the us that comes after us And thereafter Until our paths collide again With a big bang And time will roll into motion Along with light and love And our hearts Will grow old together As sparked from the very same Atomic lint
My dearest, this will be our beginning And it will be the most beautiful thing The universe has ever seen