Do I love him or am I drowning all the sorrow in the alcohol And burying all the thoughts of missing 1000 miles away? My tongue is burning And I’m not sure if it’s from the words or the booze. These dirstractions won’t hold for very long. He won’t come back just like that. Drinking …
How did a place I’ve never been to before feel like home? How did I fall in love with cities in less than 120 hours? How did big buildings make me feel taller? How did highway traffic make time go faster? How did colder weather make me feel warmer? How did a sleepless city make …
“I love you so much I stare into your eyes and I get butterflies in my stomach I haven’t felt that way in so long. Thank You I hope it stays this way forever. You mean so much to me. Like literally the world. I never want to let you go. Not for anything.” Do …
i would do anything if it meant you’d lay your eyes on me. i would do anything if it meant you’d touch me. i would do anything if it meant you’d talk to me. i would do anything. not to be a “pick me” girl, but please pick me. pick me to be the one …
It’s your wedding day. You’re all dressed up, nervous, and wondering “How in the hell did I get so lucky”? You’re scared of someone ruining your special day. Maybe an oddball family member or a wedding crasher. You can’t help but wonder if someone will object that the two of you get married. Picture this: …
my brain is rotting and all that rolls around the forgetful mind is eight letters i wish i could scream to get it out of my head. i love you. so darling? won’t you stay with me just for a little while?
My mushy, wormy, good-for-nothing brain. It sits sheltered in a cavern so dank. Between each wrinkle is a disembodied memory, fragmented and lost. Rotten is each past happy thought. Then there you are. Bubbles across my screen. Your screen name. And I So wrought up over nothing. And yet everything. My mushy, wormy, good-for-nothing brain. …
Love is a shout in the void. A shot in the dark. A simple complicated way of making life work. Love is 4am Skype calls. Love is pain and love is drowning in waterfalls Of hurt and love is wishing that you would fall In love with me again and again and again and I …
My cup runneth over with your words of sweet admiration. I placed your spilled love in a jar with your name on it. I have shelves upon shelves of names on jars. But I put yours on my bedside to illuminate the shadows of memories gone by. They’re less scary that way. Your love be …
You plucked my pretty petals and I haven’t been the same ever since. I threw caution to the wind for you. I sinned for you. I lay down for you and I cried for you. But oh how I loved you. You stained me with a love so sweet, I forgot what it meant to …