Today I am rich in love
June 2013
8 posts
You are mine
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
With me,
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.
May 2013
63 posts
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 wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
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)
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)
