All we wanted was to spin the earth, take a bite right from the sun, to set the sea ablaze and plant our heels on the stars. We wanted to hang from the clouds, paint the skies red maybe we wanted to stay in love. We were young and the universe was growing, we were dreaming with the speed of light. We grew up, and we grew apart. We grew old. And we grew out of love.
Things that we feel and never say, we hold onto them the deep of our quite minds, like when I felt the smoke in passionate scurry inside me, searching for an exit and a lot like you, take it’s first chance to rush out and away from me in large hazy puffs of palpable nothingness. I wish…
Sometimes I think I get tired of how perfect life can be, and I start to look for excuses to ruin things, sometimes I think I sabotage myself because I don’t feel I deserve what I want. Sometimes I think I muddy my own reputation because I get so tired of keeping myself clean, because maybe I’m…
The thing with poets is they won’t ever love one person, and never any person at all more then the people of their poems, and then even when they write about you, the people that portray you are their own people, with their own thoughts their won feelings their own desires mirroring much of the…
I want someone who consumes me, excites me, confuses me, takes over me, takes all of me, makes me stutter and gasp for air, someone who gives me chills, and makes me question how big this world really could be, makes me curious, infuriates me, drives me off my hinges, who enjoys testing my limits,…
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