Wow, I don’t even know how to respond to that. You’re the first person ever to say that to me! Thank you!! I’m really happy you like it :) <3
But what if the two of us
were simply small pieces
of a whole, or
different shades of one color,
destined to belong
and to be okay with being apart?
I was taught that if he didn’t talk to me first, I shouldn’t talk to him at all, even if I wanted to. They told I’d seem needy, or desperate, or too into him. So I’d wait hours, and days, and weeks until seeing his number on my phone. Even when I thought about him every day. Because I was taught it’s what he wants that matters, not the other way around.Isn’t that something?
I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you(via melaniesanta)
Tonight I saw you again.
Not on the train,
or the streets, or on
that little square of grass
we used to sit to watch the sky
among tall buildings of a city that burned too bright
to let us see stars.
Tonight I saw you
through the words I wrote
to describe your hair and
the way you’d always smile at me
before leaving for the day.
I saw you in rhymes and
metaphors, and the way you marked my body
in ink, scarring me in a way
only you could.
I saw you
while looking through mountains
of memories, and I recalled the way I keep them
deep within my blood,
and it broke my heart.
a problem to solve.
You were lost and
I’ve always loved to
discover new things.
Poetry is your fingers dancing over my skin even when you are not hereNS (via nathensurman)
Yesterday, I remember he said
it was late and we spoke
between laughter and kisses,
wine spilling beneath our feet,
and I said “but what if he doesn’t want me?”
and he threw his head back, as if he was sure,
sure that he spoke the truth.
Screw that, he said,
why do you still care about what other people are going to think?
If you like him, don’t be afraid to tell him,
don’t you worry if he’s somehow crazy enough
to not see you like I do.
I know you’re a mine of gold, okay?
You like him? That’s great,
be proud of that feeling, not embarrassed by it.
Look at me!,
he said, and I did,
I am so proud to say I like you.
I don’t think you should be with the person that makes you the more “you” that you can be. I honestly think you should try and be with someone that makes you want to be a better person. Someone who gives you the chance to grow together. Remaining the same static cynic is not the better option. Be with someone that forces you to see the world a little brighter and to care a little more about everyone around you. Being you is too comfortable. Don’t settle for that. Aim higher, always.