the worst
thing is
watching
someone
drown
and not
being
able to
convince
them that
they can
save
themselves
by just
standing up.

I̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶
I don't think there is
any comparison
between the current
hard times and
the coming good times

i wish i was your shadow

clinging to your bones
when the sun comes up

and laying down, patiently
waiting for you to join me

when the sun goes to sleep

society: be yourself

society: no, not  *like that

I'm so ******* 
tired of fighting

NEEDING SOMEONE

ISN'T BEAUTIFUL OR
ROMANTICE, IT'S *******
PAINFUL

am i wasting my time
picking up broken pieces
of what could've been us?

am i wasting my time
fixing what could've been us?

am i wasting my time
thinking about you?

you're all i can think about
and it's killing me.

“i was thinking”

“about what?”

“those strange, irretrievable days”

​
        he is the ocean waves
    and i am the stars
               we hold one another’s gaze each night
         until the morning light comes
     and we break

you are not mine,
but sometimes
i pretend that
you wish you were

i create this idea
that you secretly
want me

and i often forget
it's just something
i've made up

"please don't fall in love with me.
i'll write about the way your collar
bones curve and the way your lip
trembles when you're upset. i'll focus
more on the way you twiddle your
thumbs counter clockwise rather than
the words slipping from your mouth.
i'll remember your favourite song and
listen to it on repeat until the lyrics are
engraved into the crevasses of my
brain, but i'll forget why you prefer*
coffee over tea.  please don't fall in love
with me because once you realise i'm
not good enough, i'll write about you
until my palms bleed and my bones
begin to ache to serve as a reminder
that i should've tried harder to make
you stay. i should've focused more on
the feeling i got when you held me
rather than how many *******
freckles you had on your arms. i
should've woken you up to a fresh cup
*of coffee, not tea."

I never thought that someone could make me smile just by hearing their voice, or want to break down when they're away from me for more than a couple hours.  But isn't that weird, how these two things are both positive and negative but both show how much i love you.  I guess thats why so many people say love is a weakness, because while it strengthens you, it also makes you the most vulnerable you've ever been.

"can we just stay like this for a little bit more?"


"ill stay anywhere, anytime, with you"

"time has already past, john"

                                                  "we can fix this.  please...we can-"

"i...i can't do this anymore"

                                                  "please... i'm sorry and i-"

"just stop. please."

                                                  "..."

"john...our love..what used to be our love is gone"

"we can't go back anymore"

"goodbye"

Z
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　　　 R
　　　　 O
　　　　　o
　　　　　 o
　　　　　o
　　　　 。
　　　 。
　　　.
　　　.
　　　 .
　　　　.

​
Everyone is afraid of it, the feeling of darkness and the icy coldness. The moment you see: no colours, no sounds, no light, nothing.

If you want to text first, do it.
Want to double text? Go for it.
If you like someone, tell them.
If someone makes you happy, say it.
If someone made you upset, talk to them and tell them why.

We spend so much of our lives playing games and trying to figure out our next move. We are afraid of being vulnerable, afraid of looking weak. ***** that. Do what you want to do and the right ones with move along with you. Life is too short to play by some made up rules.

a prism

so dreamy,
      capturing that little fragment of time

from my      e y e s

Your lips tasted like alcohol that night, and since then I can't stay sober..

i'm sensitive,
i over think every little thing,
and I care way too much.

The worst part about anything that's self destructive is that it's so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive."

knees wobble,
hands shake.

words tumble,
smiles fake.

heart racing,
nervous pacing.

sentence stutters,
voice falters.

feeling dizzy,
cause you'd see me.

they tried to bury us

but they didn't know

we were seeds

I'm just a broken piece of a puzzle
who will never find its other half

and who will be broken forever
and lost without the other half

​
i never meant to start a war
i never meant to make you bleed
i never meant to hurt you
i never meant to start a fire
i never meant to make you cry

it is eerily terrifying that there is no sound when a heart breaks. car accidents end with a bang, falling ends with a thud, even writing makes the scratching sound of pencil against paper. but the sound of a heart breaking is completely silent. almost as though no one, not even the universe itself could create a sound for such devastation. almost as though silence is the only way the universe could pay its respect to the sound of a heart falling apart.

i do.
but I am afraid of making that love too important.
because you’re always going to leave me.
we can’t deny it.
you’re always going to leave.

don't feel bad.  
you're not the
only one i have
pushed away.

you're one of
the billions of
people that i
have pushed
away.

i don't want
someone to
stay and find
out that they
don't like me
at the end of
the day.

so don't feel
bad.

i don't let
anyone in
after what
happened
after i had
trusted
somebody
with my
heart.

i lost it.  

and him.

my eyes are rain clouds
they’re stormy
and I’m tired
of tears falling

wish you called one more time
it’s raining. it’s pouring.
it’s 3 am in the morning
and I just need you by my side

“
1. When I watched my favorite tv shows and movies hoping every character in love would be us one day.
2. When I started writing about you. Lyrics, poems, letters. It was all for you. I was never poetic before, but **** you gave me something to write about.
3. When I was crying outside, because my brain convinced me I didn’t deserve life and you just took one look at me about to cry, picked me up, and spun me in circles until I cried of laughter.
4. When you wiped away my tears in algebra after my best friend stabbed me so hard in the back my heart fell out of my chest.
5. When our conversations kept me wide awake, until the sun’s rays flooded my room, wondering what I was feeling. I knew I didn’t just think of you as a friend anymore.
6. When you FaceTimed me for hours after I broke to make sure I had someone to help me put myself back together. You wouldn’t let me fall apart.
7. When I couldn’t breathe after you’d surprise me by hugging me from behind at my locker or holding my waist as we walked from lunch.
8. When you called me at midnight asking if I was home, because you needed a hug. The moonlight lit up your face and the stars were nothing compared to your eyes.
9. When your touch set fire to my skin and your words set off explosions in my heart.
10. When she hurt you I wanted to break open her ribcage and fill it with dead flowers, because she was killing your soul.
11. When I held on to you. Even when you loved her after she tried to break you.
12. When I defended our friend to her boyfriend and he cussed me out and you told him that you’d break open your knuckles into his face if he ever talked to me like that.
13. When your brother was driving crazy to be silly and you told him he could drive like that with you in the car, but never with me.
14. When your smile made me feel alive, and your tears made me feel dead inside.
15. When your happiness became so important I felt it override mine.
16. When you told me you needed to leave and I agreed so you could find what you were looking for - I knew it wasn’t me.
17. When I told you to fight for her. Fight until it either works out or you realize she isn’t worth fighting for anymore.
18. When I saw your flaws.
19.When you saw my flaws.
20. When you said, “Love you,” and I said, “Love you too, buddy.”
21. When I realized I loved you over 20 different times, but didn’t say a word because I knew I wasn’t the one who made you happy.
”
—  When I knew I loved you. (All 21 times)

If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave.

lately
i haven't been
feeling well
and i'm sorry if
i don't smile as much
i'm sorry if
my words hurt a bit more
i'm sorry if
you don't like how i do things
and
i'm sorry if
instead of hurting myself
the way i used to
i am hurting you instead
it's hard to scream
without my voice
now i can't cry for help
now i have to wait
for someone to see me trying
i'm sorry.

"im so tired."

                                                        ­                                                      "then sleep"

"it's not that"
                                                           ­                                   "then take medicine"

"it won't help"

                                                          ­                                       "then ask for help"

"it never helps"

                                                         ­                                             "are you okay?"

"you don't understand.
no one ever understands me"

the blue eyes they spark
but not without the sunshine
reflected from you

that moment
your lips
touched mine,

i sit here,
watching the
darkness, as it
swallows the
light of the day.

i sit here,
while the
moon climbs
its way up to
the dark sky,
and settles
itself, on the
high chair of
clouds in the
sky.

i sit here,
while the
chilly wind
hugs me,
and takes
my thoughts
with them.

i sit here,
waiting for
something
that will
never come.

i sit here,
out in the
moonlit city,
gazing up at
the stars.

the stars,
that gleam
with hope.

i sit here,
watching
stars that
gleam with
hope and
desire.

I need your love before I fall

highkey care too much
lowkey tryna hide it from you

"take your time but please tell me the secret on how to be better. I am the night sky and a dimly lit room all in the same sentence and I don’t really know where to put the period. some days I am better and I’m here with this abundance of love in my heart and the other days I am all alone and no way to cope with the sadness. give me the grass stained jeans and give me the love I used to feel but not while in the arms of others. I’m not alone but sometimes I am. let me learn how to cope with the bad days and let me learn how to find comfort in my own arms and my own bed and then I swear I can give them the best parts of me after that. let me learn how to feel innocent and lovely again. let me learn how to heal again. let me learn."

am i that easy to forget?