just be the person who cares more.
be the person who tries harder, loves
stronger and gives more than all
half-alive people who surround them.

be the person who answers their
messages,  shows up with commitment
and doesn't leave others hanging
or guessing at their eternally
vague intentions.
be the person you wish you
were dating.

if you're sick of the game
then stop playing it.
if you're tired of ******* , then cut it.
because the last thing this world needs
is one more indifferent person.
if you're the only one left with
passion, then use it.
use the hell out of it.

at the end of your life, go out with a
bruised-up worn out heart that gave
too much and love too strongly and
felt too fiercely.
go out with the certainty that you gave
it everything that you had and didn't
hold anything back.
go out empty-handed when it comes to
should-haves and might-have-beens.
because it's an infinitely more fulfilling
way to live than the alternative.

it will always be more honourable to be
out on the field getting trampled on than
to be on the sidelines feeling superior
for never having tried.

i think when you keep any emotion hidden inside for too long,
it slowly begins to **** you...

they warn us about the negative ones like,
anger, fear and hate...

but love is just as deadly as the rest
when you hold it in...

six foot one
with an award winning smile.
a voice that could melt hearts,
that surely melts mine.

i want you,
in every way there is to want a person.

from lazy rainy days
sitting around in underwear,
wrapped up in the covers
enveloped in each other.

to lustful late nights
high happy and in love,
too absorbed with each other
to focus on anything else.

i want you.
and i see so much in you
that counting all your perfections
would be like counting the stars,
there's too many to keep track of
and they just seem endless.

i am utterly in love
with every inch of your being,
every corner of your mind
and everything in between

i might not know what i believe
or where i'm going
or what i'm doing,
but i do hope
you'll hold my hand
and wander blindly with me.

because as long as i'm with you
i don't need a destination,
you are the journey.

i am simply enamored with your entity,
captivated by your character,

fascinated
infatuated
amorous

in love.

because when i trace your skin
i can hear music

and when i look into your eyes
i see an ocean

now please tell me how
do i just let that go?

if you are going to fall in love with me,
you must know that i cry. a lot.

i cry during rainy days, sunny days, or on a monday morning.
i cry everytime i watch a happy movie and everytime i cut onions,
but do know that i cry harder every time i talk about the things that have hurt me, even if they don’t hurt anymore.

i need constant reassurance.
for i am afraid of being left behind, of being unloved.
i will probably tell you all the things i hate about myself
while you disagree with each one of them
but i still won’t believe every single word you’ll say.

i got used to shutting down the people who care about me.
it will be so hard for me to open up,
but all i’m asking you is to stay patient, and give me time to adjust.
you might think i’m rejecting your company,
but don’t blame yourself, i appreciate you.

so listen, if you are going to fall in love with me,
understand that i’ve been through the worst,
but still, i’ll love every inch of your skin unconditionally.

~
i miss you.
it’s not the kind of ‘i miss you’ that just means i miss your presence,

it’s the kind of ‘i miss you’ that means i miss your touch.

i miss your lips, your perfect skin and the smell of your cologne.

i miss the fun and adventurous dates we had and the ‘cuddle up and watch netflix’ kind of dates.

i miss the sad days, the happy days, and every other day in between.

i miss the feel of your arm, wrapped around me tight.

i miss holding your hand, and you not being embarrassed for being with me.

i miss the times where i’d cry my eyes out, and you’d always be the one for me to lean on.

i miss the smallest things, like the way you loved your back tickles and the way you’d tuck one strand of hair behind my ear to indicate you wanted to kiss me.

i miss your hair when you’d just woken up, and it would be all messy and crazy.

i miss your voice, your precious voice that i haven’t been able to get out of my head.

i miss the feeling of being safe and at home whenever you were around.

i miss too many things about you, way too many things, and i don’t know how to cope with knowing another girl is one day going to receive those things.

that one day, i’m just going to be a memory, with no special meaning, just someone you used to have a little thing with.

the hardest thing is going to be moving on and making myself receive new and different things from another guy.

i wanted you to miss me too, i wanted you to miss things about me, but you don’t want me at all, so what’s the point in wanting you ?