My love, I hope we meet in another lifetime.
And I hope we get it right.
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in a poetry mood (blame taylor)
i pulled off a flower
and picked apart the petals
he loves me
he loves me not
i watched the yellow petals
flutter to the ground
a little trail of hope
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not
there's no petals left now
-k.c.
@gardenofrunar u wanted to be tagged in my writing right? idk
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You loved my virgin heart
Scratched the healing sores that itched so intensely
Stood in the center of the storm
Spoke the words that my soul ached to hear
Sang to me the melodies that spoke to you
Soothed the creature that gnawed at my insides
Tore into the flesh that encased my body and set me free
And now I am trapped in your ghostly embrace
There's nothing there but I can't pull away
And even though it hurts
And I beg the stars to let me forget
I will forever dream about dancing with you
Together beneath Mother Moon
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Crash
we tried flying, we tried everything
howling at the whole of the moon
underneath the sunrise
I devoured the whole of you
only to spit it back up
what a big surprise
I bit off more than I could chew
and you, hungrier than ever
one palm on the wall, arm
resting on my shoulder
path lit up by firelight
warming up the treacherous night
they watched us crash into the beach
they wrote someone else’s name in the ash
little pieces of you and me
left scattered in the aftermath
whoever put us back together
muddled up our parts
I’m 99% me still
with a piece of you in my heart
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the emptiness in my home has never been more apparent than at the time when i arrive in the early afternoon, with the sun shining directly through my front door as if god has put it there just for us. or me, now that you’re no longer here to share it with. it’s still just as beautiful, except i no longer feel like a whole; your half of me is missing.
your spot on the lawn is still reserved for you.
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untitled ii:
i wish you were him,
i wish all the lovely words were his,
i wish the kindness and affection you felt for me came from him.
i long for his touch,
i long for his smile and laugh,
i long for everything he is.
i cannot forget his joy,
i cannot forget the love he gave me,
i cannot forget him.
it breaks me, knowing i wont have him.
it breaks me, knowing he doesn't think of me.
it breaks me, to know that his love, his joy, his smile, his laugh, his touch, his sadness, and anger are going elsewhere.
i'd love to bear his struggles,
i'd love to shoulder the pain of this world with him.
i'd love to take away every piece of agony that is embedded into his soul, and intertwine it with mine.
i want to kiss his eyelids, let them close, and let him know that he doesnt have to struggle anymore, i will carry his affliction.
i want to kiss every inch of his soul and write love letters on his skin
i want to kiss him.
i want him and only him, i want him to come back and give me a chance.
please i am ready for you,
i will sacrifice everything and anything,
please come back.
i desperately look for your approval,
i desperately crave your conversations,
i desperately crave you.
i wish he was you, and i wish you were him.
i have settled,
but if he came back,
my deepest sympathies and condolences to your heart.
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You don't love me. Not really. You love what you want me to be. What you want me to give you. You don't see me for who I am, nor do you appreciate what I am ready to give. You don't love me. Not at all.
-Ri.
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when the lights on, i scrape out the dust of what used to be there. the scent still lingers in the air and it's suffocating, but i keep breathing it in. I've grown familiar with this atmosphere, as I'm left with the remaining taste on my fingers; i don't want to lick them clean. god, i want him.
—a.m.
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love will find me,
someday, somehow
it will sweep me up onto its grand, sublime wings, and i will never again know what it is to be lonely.
until then, though, the aching in my chest is becoming more and more difficult to ignore.
i feel empty.
i miss being loved.
-you, you, you. it’s still all about you. c.r.
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