Today I am rich in love
You are the light in my soul
You keep me apart from the
People who keep number on their toll
Never have I found someone who keeps my spirits live
And make me smile so that my heart is loud and alive
I think about you as if you are near
And hope that soon you can be here
Long nights here,
By the fire
We can not be bear
How the stars shine,
And make you mine
While city lights shine,
And make them just… Fine.
You make me feel guilty for my tattoo, and you were the soul purpose I got it done in the first place.
Politeness has become so rare that some people mistake it for flirtation.
Fucking story of my life right here
There is a place where it will start to feel easier
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless. And try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.” —(via babyheroin)