Oh.
I think of you so poetically but whenever I see you I just laugh.
Did you even deserve my poems?
Did you deserve all the romantic thoughts I have of you,
Imaginary roses, imaginary smiles?
Maybe we don't belong together.
Maybe I'm just desperate.
The love was so sweet, it makes me sad to see it crumble away
Fade away into the wind.
Maybe that's the only way I can be free.
If I let go.
Falling in love, the colours seem so bright.
The stars light up the nights.
Smiles taste like candy.
It's sugary thoughts and love heart music, schoolgirl chills and giggling in the corridors.
But maybe all you are is a boy.
And all I am is a girl.
And maybe we are just people
Searching, searching
For something we have yet to find
Within ourselves.
So I will let go
I will let it sail into the wind
All that poetry, all those thoughts
And I will learn to love myself
First.

this won't last. i know it won't. i guess i never really understood the phrase 'too good to be true'... until i met you. suddenly, you appeared out of nowhere at a time i was weak and broken. and you smiled, and you laughed, and your eyes found mine - and that gave me the courage to pull myself up and start feeling the world again with my bruised hands. suddenly, everything was on fire and it was so sweet and,i  loved every last bit of it. suddenly, i started seeing colours in everything: people, footsteps, voices; the sky, my movements, your art. i stayed up late at night inking rich poetry about you - in fact, i still do, and yet, fire is fragile. i don't want us to turn to ash. i want to stay in this warm flame, forever.

she spent countless nights composing pieces of poetry about the different ways in which he had completed her. she spent countless nights sitting with a shattered heart, crying and getting intoxicated trying to forget about you, and the memories you once shared with her. a few months later, she's still broken, but she's slowly healing, from all of the damage you'd caused her. it's still a work in progress.

love. it's so... powerful. maybe that's why we're so afraid of it. it's what makes us lift a car for a trapped baby and create blooming symphonies and spend our nights crying over a bleeding poetry journal. because it pulls on every fibre in our bones and attaches us to the blaze of the sunrise sky and the hands of another person and knowing, with all the strength in our very pure souls, that we'll shift continents and break rocks and shatter glaciers just for that one person for nothing in return. that is the power of love and it can consume you entirely. but you'll adore and crave every second of it.