To the boy who loves me next, I’m quiet, but when I’m not quiet, I’m loud. I play the piano four hours a day, so please don’t get annoyed, it’s the only thing I’ve ever really felt good at. I wake up early most days because the morning air is the most peaceful to me … Continue reading to the boy who loves me next.
Tag: lovelife
the things i really wanted to say, but didn’t.
When I looked into your eyes just now, I felt utterly vulnerable. I couldn't remember the last time we had a one-on-one conversation or the last time we were in sync or even the last time you looked at me with the sole purpose of knowing all of me. I couldn't remember. No, I can't … Continue reading the things i really wanted to say, but didn’t.
new things tend to break.
It's a scary thing, to form a crush; You can take things slow or risk and rush. But to be by that one to whom you would cherish, Is great until that crush crushes and you perish.
what is love if it’s not genuine?
His favorite artist became his second when he met me, and I hope for my own benefit that he still thinks of me that way even though we are long past meeting. And long past loving. Separation and time really makes you wonder what parts of the relationship was truly genuine and which parts were … Continue reading what is love if it’s not genuine?
sometimes battles don’t make us stronger.
You were all I ever needed, You were all I thought was good, Until good became a question, But letting you go, I never could. So I tried to make it better, But better wasn't enough, Your depression overwhelmed me, And soon it hurt to bluff. I can't handle it I told you, I could … Continue reading sometimes battles don’t make us stronger.
Construction.
Break down the wall you built to keep me out; I am good, I promise. But if I am wrong, I will rebuild it myself.
you were just notes on a page.
I never used to write with meaning until the day I met you. Before, I wrote just for fun. But now I’m starting to see with all the writing I do, There’s no difference between a sad song and a sad meaningful one.
you haven’t touched me in a while.
Place your hand on my back and feel the tenderness of my skin. Pay attention to my eyes like you would the last bowling pin. And spare me the hurt; caress me with care. Put your lips to my lips and your hand through my hair. I know it's too early and I'm not thinking … Continue reading you haven’t touched me in a while.
if you’re a flower, i’m a flower too
I once got a tattoo of a flower on my ankle Because my ankle’s close to the ground And that's where flowers grow And in a way it reminds me of you How you stem from your roots The same way flowers do How you were just a seedling And before you knew it, you … Continue reading if you’re a flower, i’m a flower too
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