it takes 27 days for skin to shed, which means i've been 5 different versions of myself since we last touched, but i still remember how your fingertips left me burning.
you not the flower but the bee kissing rosebuds, making living things bloom
you no sunrise on mountains but the sun herself, every flame burning fierce sploding gainst the sky
you not an ocean but a stream softly babbling and rescuing us, the lonely the lost
you not forever but tragically temporary and every moment you are here i will be what i am - the pollen, the planets, the wanderer, the poet - dedicated to loving you
Attracted to the broken Like myself I yearn to be fixed To make amends To feel once again To wake up to my favorite person at my side It’s not in the cards for me And it wasn’t for you So broken No matter the repairs I’ll never feel like new Find me in a thrift store Along with the other gems Marked down due to being used
Love is pointless, worthless, and cheap. Three words, uttered, purchased too easily. It's exhausting, dangerous, and empty. Love hurts, painful, basically scalding. It's fire, passionate, put out with a simple breeze.
when people are in love they often say they simply fell tripped over their own two feet face forward and into the arms of their beloved
i did more than simply fall onto the ground of your love
you, for me were an ocean and i dived headfirst roughly harshly almost painfully into the waters of “you”
i knew i could not swim but i did so anyway i was drowning entangled in you surrounded by this being of “you” engulfed in this feeling of “you”
and i did not know what came over me but i let myself drown i did not try to swim back up because if i went back to land, releasing myself from your grasp that would mean losing the feeling of “you”
and after submerging into the depth the love the passion of “you”