this sucks
love is supposed to know no bounds. but being a thousand miles away is a conflict. we already have so much. you don’t even want me back.
i know ur gonna read this
Remember when we used to communicate through the Skype status bar? Isn’t it kind of ironic now that I communicate to you through this? That this is the only medium where I can tell you that I love you? Hopelessly, stupidly, and desperately? The only way I can tell you all the things I love …
so lucky to have you
I would describe myself as a needy person. I need attention, love, things to be said and done a certain way. I need more than the bare minimum. So when you said anyone would be lucky to have me, I didn’t believe you. I think you see a completely different side of me. Not the …
three
The days we were together. Such a bittersweet phrase, isn’t it? “The days we were together”. A short period of time of being together gone in the past now. But no, never forgotten about. I think those three days were a tease. A glimpse of what it could be. What it could have been. I …
oh dear
Would you stay, dear? Could I kiss you and would that be okay, dear? I want you close, dear. I want to do the most, dear. I want to feel our heart rhythms sync, I want you to feel like you’re the king, Like you could be on top of the world, Or like you …
A Separate Peace (Collection)
“I lost part of myself to him then, and a soaring sense of freedom revealed that this must have been my purpose from the first: to become a part of him” John Knowles – A Separate Peace To be part of you would be to be full of peace. Losing myself to you for years And …
say it back
I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. Why can’t I hear it in your voice? Why now when I say it, It feels devoid of oxygen? Why won’t the bittersweet memories Of our actual relationship surface anymore? Has this been our actual relationship? Were we meant to be together? Or …
long distance
Out of sight Out of mind. Right? But you’re not out of sight. You’re in my car. You’re in my bed. You’re in my music. You’re in my journal. You’re in my stuffed animals. You’re in my plans. You’re in my life. You’re in my mind. Even when I can’t see you. Especially when I …
silence
Will you love me? Will you even know I love you at all? Typing it isn’t the same. Writing it out doesn’t put it away. I love you. You kiss me And as you coax my tongue out, The “L” slips around And begs for release. I love you. I choke on it. I swallow …
Love Potion
So much love that it hurts. Physically hurts. Heart on fire in duct tape and shackles. Can’t say it. Only have it branded on my tongue from the pink drink. That fiery escape into a world of Unrequited love. A poison releasing the buried thoughts. Drains, bewitches, and sickens me. And they say drinking eases …