u used to like the way i listen u liked it more when i'd speak i'd fall asleep to ur voice and find heaven in ur heartbeats missing u hurts my core, makes me think feel and cry tell me if my hands didn't still shake when i see u would u allow urs in mine
not a single beat of my heart does yours know of, does not recognize the thump of this tempo mine composed solely for you. but, my heart knows of you, for it holds you close as does the sky to the scorching sun in the summer solstice.
The river's current was supposed to be weakened by the barricade but the bags of sand and the bricks of clay that once gave her closure, reside years beneath her murky water. Where do broken hearts go? Do they get lost at sea? Do they float? Do they still beat? Or do they find a home? Perhaps it will reside with the girl who thought her warmth could thaw he who was cold and ******. She couldn't, though, because his alluring bed of rocks broke more than just her bones. Because you see, her barricade that was weakened by the river caused her lungs to fill with that murky water. She wasn't lost. She didn't float. There was no longer a heartbeat, so she no longer had a home. When I looked myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but choke.
My 1 AM thoughts, but I am not my thoughts. haha get it, **** like a dam?? also "****" as in daaaammnnn that's dark. I think I am funny.
Each beat feels like a muffled rumble, Like it's too hurt to beat all the way. Between each beat is a pause, That makes me think that my heart is going to stop, But without fail, The rumble starts again.
Quiet and slow, Without any rhythm or flow, It spreads like an echo, All across my chest.
brush my eyelashes out from yours clasp the nape so not to wake you purged my blackheads from your pores i gently exfoliate you my hair is growing from your head your nails are shooting out my beds i file and i shape you
arms and legs unhinged from mine bares his weight so not to wake me closed a loop with both our spines said he wants to figure eight me i feel his heartbeat in my chest, and our skin blends with each caress his presence mediates me
i told my therapist about you, while your lips were still slathered alllll over my body. i showed her the places we had been, and all the things we had seen. i told her what lies underneath that pretty pretty skin of yours, and i told her how i knew. i spelt out your name as she scribbled it on her cute little clipboard, i told her about the first night and the second and the fourth and that time in the closet. i told her everything, i really just wanted to get you out of my brain, it didn't matter if saying these things put me in sososo much pain. because you've moved on so why can't i? i told my therapist about you, but i still can't tell you goodbye. i know i'm s t u p i d, for holding on this l o n g, i know it's useless, for wishing you weren't gone. but my words carry on like a heartbeat s l o w steady fast u s e d n t a y i keep keep keep breaking and breaking and breaking and i told my therapist about you.
i think part of the reason why we hold onto something so tight is because we fear something that great will never ever happen twice
your kisses make me feel at home, make me wanna stay at that moment, pause my life in that instant our lips touch with love and not separate them never again
Your arms are the warmest thing that hold me ever I can feel our hearts meet and start beating at the same time every time you hold me And I smile there I feel safe and small like nothing matters beside us
Mornings are better if I wake up by your side in your arms, nothing can hurt me your love surrounds me and your kisses are the cure of everything
But your eyes I can’t translate into any idiom what they make me feel because instead of butterflies I can feel all kinds of insects rebounding in my stomach every time you look at me with those brown eyes