And just when I
was about to give up
on love and give in
to solitude, I became
aware of your existence.
And now all I want to do
is fill in the gaps of silence
with your hypnotizing
and riveting sound
of changing for the better.
ask the simple questions, nothing
that requires more elaboration than a
two word answer. don’t ask if he
remembers the feeling of his teeth
on your neck, if he has dreams about
bare limbs illuminated by suburban
street lights. dull nightmares. you
already know his response. he can
feel the electricity running over
taught skin, somehow bridging the
twelve inch gap between shaky
hands. I’ve never been interested in
physics. swallow the words on you
lips because they won’t change
anything. he found someone to
make them go down easier, you
should too. limes are a good chaser.
keep your hands at your sides, they
tend to wander. so do his, but
there’s nothing romantic about third
degree burns. don’t listen to his
breathing or analyze his heartbeat,
it’s uneven and will only make yours
race. eighteen is too young for a
— "On Loving Someone You Can’t Have,"
Annalise G. (via mostlyfiction
To hate others is ugly.
To hate yourself is uglier.
For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.
No matter what you do, someone always knew you would.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
It is difficult, when faced with a situation you cannot control, to admit you can do nothing.