Why is it so common,
in social media,
in movies,
in shows,
in gossip that circles students' minds,
that the act of cheating is so frequent?
Why can't people stay loyal anymore?
Why do I have to fear the idea of some girl
making you feel the way we felt
at the beginning of this?
Why doesn't "I love you"
actually mean "I love you"?
Why does it sometimes mean
I like you
but in the moments that I don't
in the midst of arguments and raised voices
I like someone else too.

Saying that I wouldn't,
didn't stop me from doing something I shouldn't

It's the smile that stretches across my face when I see you looking at me
it's the sudden feeling of shyness mixed with comfort when I'm around you
it's the never ending talks about our future
it's the shared giggles and laughs.
It's the good times and the great times...
but it's also the bad.
It's the emptiness when I don't wake up next to you
it's the panic and overreactions when I think about you and another girl
it's the quiet and worried tones when we talk about what if...what if we didn't work
it's the clenched jaws of jealousy and the frustrated groans
it's the worry that...maybe I just fell in love too fast.
Love isn't the good without the bad,
love is the introduction to something so great, that when it's just a little bit off, it feels bad.

I blinked and suddenly you were standing in front of me, a huge smile on your face.
I blinked and realized that your smile always made my heart skip a beat and I was longing to be with you.
I blinked and suddenly, you were asking to be mine.
I blinked and lost my heart in a few moments when I realized I was falling in love with you.
Each of these moments happened so fast and yet, my memory of them is so detailed.
But what happens if I blink...
and you're suddenly gone?

The greatest gift I could ever receive is being yours.
I want to call you baby and let you know how happy you make me.
I want to be able to hold your hand in public and show you off.
I want to be unafraid of the future.
I want you to know I'm listening when we talk.
I want to give you all my love, forever.
I want a definition of what we have.
What we are..

..Because you are my everything,
And I hope I'm nothing less.

It's the sparkle in her eyes when she looks at him,
it's the way her arms tighten around him in a hug,
it's the long video and phone calls,
it's the heavy feeling in her heart when he's not there,
and it's the smile stretched across her face when he is.

“the beauty of life as seen and created by a person.”

we draw shapes in

steam on each other’s backs

worthwhile chatter and brave silences between us
our home is wood-paneled and

rehabilitated

tell me you love me in the kitchen
between hot breath and under salt water moons
pull exoskeleton from steamed baths and sunshine beds
sleep soundly on chests;

your moon and mine are the same, the same sky

I long to
crawl and lie in the hollow between
your shoulder and collar bones

sew roses on your jacket

I’d pluck out all my eyelashes so all my wishes
were yours

slide under my word covered sheets
hear my thoughts as you duck under them
of all the songs I’ve heard, yours is the most tantalising
even in a snow covered maze I’d find you

heaven is coming home to you at my table with a cup of coffee.

what's your full name? got any nicknames? pet names you swore to god you'll never let anyone call you?

do you have any siblings? pets? what are their names?

do you know harry potter? if yes, the books, or the movies? if no, have you been living under a rock all these years?

how do you take your coffee? two sugars, or more? do you mind if me drinking one too many cups is an equivalent to getting sugar rush? (i do that way too often, the caffeine overdose. after my sixth mug, i urge you to stop me.)

are you sure you like me?

what's your favorite color? ice cream flavor? movie? time of the day?

if you were a disney princess, who would you be, and why? which disney movie had the best ost?

any weird fetishes? kinks? fantasies? are you looking for a manic pixie dream girl? because let me tell you right off the bat, baby, you ain't gonna find her here—

can you tolerate awkward phone call silences? introversion? having me disappear on you because it's one of those days, well, really, it's been one of those days with me for almost years now, but that's not really the point;

will you hold my face and tell me it's okay even though i repeatedly tell you it's not? if it comes to it, will you take the pills from my hand and empty the barrel of its bullets and hold me closer even if i scream at you to just leave me the **** alone?

when my demons come out to play, will you help me fight them off? when i can't get out of bed, will you come with me underneath the covers and let me find comfort in your chest? when i am convinced the universe is against me, will you prove me otherwise?

are you absolutely sure you can love a messed up girl like me?

you are fast asleep
in your own personal storm
as i sit in my own
the realities have swept me

you are so sweet
i have developed a sweet tooth
your love solid
i need it's guidance too

you are always there
constant, forgiving, patient
i am somewhere else
distant, rising, uncontrolled

you are centred
managing the moments that pass
i am running for them
finding out they had already gone

you are cautious
mostly of me and how i see
i am working
on being more vocal

you are mine
i will never understand that wonder
you are something else
i wish to be the better version of myself