I have a compulsive habit where I tend to cut people off the second they get close to me. Maybe I do this because I’m terrified of being hurt again; but maybe the reason isn’t important. I tend to cut them off quickly but allow you to stay in the background like a radio; On, yet no one is listening to it. I’ll cut off anyone that reminds me of you because maybe if I ignore you long enough you’ll fade away.
Like lavender, this world is a brighter place because of your beauty and your grace. Like lavender, there is something about you, so wild yet so soft, that gets me through. Like lavender, you have a scent so divine, and I have been blessed to call it mine.
Sure, I am just a passenger in this story of your life but each ride exhilarates me; it rocks me to my core and leaves me wanting more. I always leave with a smile, like we drove to the top of the world; the perfect stop to drop me off and let loose the butterflies I collected along the way.
My memories are like dissonant wind chimes- they shriek every time my mind's winds blow. Those familiar tunes still haunt me and to this day they remain stuck in my head.
Love is like a flower It can be so delicate And when you are seduced with its beauty and delicacy You will want to pluck it. But plucking, in essence, Kills the flower Love is different. Love is leaving it be; Letting it flourish and growing with the flower. Love is watering the flower when it needs it. Love is letting the flower Live among its kind if it desires it. Love is appreciating, Love is beautiful but when one tries to control or mold someone into an idea, this is when love dies
It’s important not to take these things personally. Sometimes people hate you through no fault of your own. And sometimes people push you away just because they’re afraid of what will happen if you get too close. And sometimes people leave because they came to realize that you weren't right for them before you could realize that they weren't right for you. And that's okay because not everybody can love you.
Why is it that broken people confide in my words? Is it because I’m broken too? Are we shards from the same bottle? Does it help when we fit into place? You and I, a tragic jigsaw puzzle Or when I put you back together? I don’t know why it is, All I know is that my words bring a temporary relief to myself and to the broken people
Love is not 50/50, that is just a half-assed attempt at an emotion that takes it all and expecting to make it. Love is 100/100, so you’re giving all you’ve got to someone who gives you their all. It may not work out, but it isn’t because you didn’t try. Now it has come to an end, you kiss goodbye, and wave each other off into the fading sunset and not feel an ounce of regret.
I don’t fear getting lost in your eyes, I fear getting lost in your voice. I see myself in those eyes and I see my home. Your voice, though- it can swallow me whole with all your little words and I would never return.
Chocolate eyes, two distant planets that hold a mystery more mystifying than the furthest reaches of our galaxy. My heart longs to make the voyage and make a home in your orbit, but for now, home is out of reach.
I just want to sleep, but life calls me again, along with the moon and darkness. I'd like to sleep, but this mind is filled with dreams, and sometimes nightmares.
I rehearse the words I want to say to you over and over again in my head. Tonight I should be sleeping, but I have to think this through; I have to get this right. I’m pretty certain I’m just another face to you, or, that’s what I’m becoming. But you were never just another face. And you will never be just another face. Nor will you become a distant memory; I will always carry you close to my heart even though I’m pretty sure I never got close to yours.
It stormed yesterday. Today the sky is clear and now they're yours to conquer. So remember, whenever struggle and pain are present, it will always pass- the oceans are yours to surpass. So fill your heart, Purge your mind, Spread your wings, Go ahead and fly, kid, The world is yours.
Who left you so broken that your eyes now cut deeper than the sharpest knife? We are left with such hatred weighed upon our hearts and all we can do is laugh.
All at once, it hits me that it’s been you this whole time. Like wine in a heart-shaped glass, this love fills my heart filling all the holes others left behind.
Angels come and go with pain and love and without warning. If you should be so lucky As to meet an angel in this world treasure them- for there’s no telling when their halo will lift or their wings will take flight. So cherish them- but keep in mind they are not forever and that one day they may become a stranger once again.
I wonder if you still tell our story to other people. I wonder if you’re still up north with your new man and you'll say 'I knew a poet'. I wonder if he will be showing you pictures of the world, and you'll say ‘I knew a man who's seen Melbourne to Reykjavik.’ Sometimes I run into the people we used to know but they won't recognize me without you by my side. They will introduce themselves, and ask how you're doing and I'll say, ‘I don't know anymore.’
They sprinkled the streets in holy water and locked the city down as if it were world war II. Maybe there is hope for the city of light in this world of darkness. So send your priests, and send your angels, and maybe, just maybe, we will be alright.