When it’s dark and silent — that’s when I think the most. I lie awake and stare into the void that I know would be my ceiling if I flipped on the switch, but I just lie there, thinking. Most of the time about my heart; the person it aches for, beats for. Other times I … Continue reading don’t turn off the lights.
Tag: lovepoetry
with spring comes butterflies
i asked him how to stop coming on too strong and he said there were two steps that could help and the first one was to don’t and the second one was to stop but then he told me to combine the two together and said don't stop. "you're doing good" and then he smiled … Continue reading with spring comes butterflies
day four.
11:32pm; friday. i keep losing you. everyday that i wake up and every night that i go to sleep. i lose you. over and over again. i feel trapped inside this broken record. please, make it stop.
silent—a messy poem.
walls so thin i can hear my sister on facetime with the boy who loves her and with the boy she loves the call ends and for a moment, it's silent 2am rolls around and i wake up to a phone call ringing from two doors down my other sister answers and i lie awake … Continue reading silent—a messy poem.
moved without moving.
I still had all my belongings packed up in boxes waiting for the moment when I got to load them into my car and drive away forever I haven't unpacked them yet because a part of me still hopes this isn't the end. because we were going to move together escape. together. just yesterday you … Continue reading moved without moving.
to the girl who loves him next,
He’s allergic to tree nuts, but don’t worry, pizza’s safe. He carries around his inhaler, but you might want to invest in one too, on the off chance he forgets. Cause he’s forgetful, even when you need him to remember, but if you’re going to love him, that’s just how he is. He wants to … Continue reading to the girl who loves him next,
It takes two.
You love watching her dance But she loves dancing with you
memories.
the truth is you're always going to remember every person you've ever loved and some will hurt more than others and others won't hurt at all but you're always going to remember them
Before I go…
There’s only one requirement for death and that’s life. Old people are dying. Young people are dying. Sick people are dying. Well people are dying. We have a start date and an end date and the question is, what are you going to do with that dash in between?
B.K Laurel 