We would do anything to avoid the goodbye. These last few days I am left wondering "will I ever see you again?" and I wonder if you ask it too. Indeed, each day brings us closer to not having one another and it's eating me up inside. What will these arms caress, what will these lips taste once you are gone? Must we resort to memories to keep ourselves alive?
I want to listen to the rain, and wash ***** dishes with you. I want to admire the passing dogs and maybe even get one of our own. I want to push your grocery cart down the aisle as we search for the contents of tonight's dinner- laugh at you when you’re too short to reach the shelves and be your hands to everything out of reach. I want to exist with you and within you, be the goosebumps that consume you and the butterflies within your chest. I want to look back on our photographs- the ones that will become everything to us. I don’t know where we’ll end up but I do know we can make it. You and me. Always.
Sometimes I can't let go. If we've had fun, chances are I'll still think about you from time to time. If we were friends in high school chances are I'll still wonder what you're up to these days. Those crushes will never leave- they'll just fade away, at least until you find a way back into my mind. The point is- if I give up on someone just know they **** well deserved it.
when you take out every part of me, leaving it all behind and filling me with yourself, every inch and feeling and every thought of you has consumed me whole and then you leave me behind too
I didn't know I needed her guidance until she opened up her arms. It might have been her beauty, it might have been the drugs, but with the way she read my cards, I was convinced that she was some sort of goddess at one with the universe.
I'm still trying to describe you, through poetry and to explain you, through song. But the more I try, the more I realize that none of these mediums will ever do you justice, love.
Think about all the people you wouldn’t have met if you had never broken up- Think of all the things you’ve learned since then. Think of all the travelling you wouldn’t have gone on and the photos you wouldn't have taken and the laughs you wouldn't have had. Step outside yourself and look at who you have become- remind yourself that you made the right choice.
I ate my own heart out and I’ve never felt better. Empty chest but my soul is full- regrettable actions to fill the hole. You can see it upon my face- from these far-too-gone eyes to that ****** crooked smile. Don’t love this creature for it has found peace in destroying itself.
I wish there was another ending to our story because this isn’t one I ever wanted to read. We are both to blame for this final chapter and I am sorry it had to end this way.
Dear diary; Lately, I've found myself slipping into that same old mindset of loneliness and despair. I keep reminding myself that I'm still young, and that most of my life still lies ahead. Perhaps my better days and better lovers are yet to come.
I want to feel what they feel, and dream what they dream. It must be nice to have a heart like that. Sometimes I remember what it was like to have that spark, the joy, the dreams, the hunger for it all before it was extinguished.
Last night you came to me in a dream- a teenager! Oh, how elegantly you had grown, my beautiful baby girl. The way you lit up that station, the way I held you in my arms once again, it was the best dream I ever had.
Don’t live for the weekends, learn to live for yourself. Don’t write off those feelings off, learn to be their friends. Don’t mistake comfort for love, learn to weld them into one.
Hand in hand, dancing in the snow where time doesn't matter. And even though we remain in the darkest corner upon the darkest shelf of this antique shop, we have found each other- may this moment last forever.
I saw the spring sun in your eyes. The way the yellow light danced off those beautiful orbs, like bumblebees on dandelions. These moments of gold may one day fall into autumn's grasp but the sweet taste it leaves in my mouth will never dim. Sweet as honey, sweet as amber.