Curiosity is nothing,
Nothing in reality,
It is something,
Something that causes your mind,
To jump to conclusions,
Without knowing the circumstances.

I never tried going past curiosity,
But I presume,
I never shall,
Because Curiosity gets the world spinning,
Spinning in motion,
Spinning out of control.

It also keeps the world,
From falling,
Falling below it's standards,
It does keep my mind working,
Working fast with stuff,
To good to work with on paper.

I don't know how,
How I can possibly control,
Control Curiosity,
But then again,
I think,

*Curiosity can take care of itself.

I think the reality is that you have to go through a lot of misplaced forevers before you can actually find ‘forever’
I think the reality is that I was his first,
But she won’t be his last.
And I think we know that going into relationships, but that eventually we blind ourselves to that.
I think that when we’re teenagers and we’re young and we want to be important and loved,
That’s when we take up residence in hollowed out forevers and try to make those words last as long as we can.
Maybe that’s why those forevers don’t work-
Because the ones that do are effortless.
You don’t need to carve a space for yourself, they let you in willingly.
They carve each curve and dip of your body into their heart, their mind, their soul, and keep you there.
So maybe I was his first,
But she won’t be his last.

soft lips

on softer skin.

you smile,

you’re nervous,

so am I.

if we only knew;

this was the last of new memories.

the curve of your ribs,

the dimples on your lower back.

perfect.

my breath,

is taken away.

I shiver

as you touch my skin

and goosebumps appear.

you get closer

as I get closer

and now

we’re closer

than anyone could be.

glistening foreheads

and heaving chests.

we lie,

in silence,

in each other.

enveloped in love.

love we’ve made,

love we feel.

love we’re losing.

we just don’t know it yet.

and now

I’m lost

without you

in me

without

you’re love

in me

Tell your bedroom walls all the secrets you can think of.
They won't whisper them around when you leave the room.
Tell the walls because they won't mind if you lay around half naked, crying all day.
Your friends might.

Don't tell your friends your secrets.
Don't tell them about how you did something stupid in a Starbucks bathroom once
Or how you gave everything you had to a boy who lived too far away.

Don't tell those secrets to those girls,
The walls won't whisper but people will.
Maybe they'll tell everyone about how "she isn't a back door ******"
(Yes I know about that).
Maybe they'll just laugh behind your back about how big your *** is.
The walls won't though.

Tell your secrets to the walls of your bedroom,
Cover them with words and pictures and stay cradled in the safety of their embrace for as long as you can.
Walls won't tell secrets,
People will.

you've stolen so much from me
so i thought
that maybe, just this once,
i could steal something from you.