They once told me that I had to have the world in the palm of my hand in order to be successful. As I looked down to his fingers intertwined with mine and our hands tightly interlocked, I agreed.
I’m waiting for the moment when you’ll leave.
I feel you drifting further away from me.
You won’t stay because nobody else believes.
I could be terribly wrong but we’ll just wait and see.
Some search their whole life for a piece,
a piece that will fill them in and renew.
That piece can be anything, for me it was you.
After all, we are just puzzles yearning to be complete.
You are wholesome and real.
You are a ginger fire lover;
I would have never guessed.
Bring me closer I want to feel;
buried treasure I yearn to discover
pounding beneath your chest.
That voice is back again spouting words of negativity
Joyful me cowers while this evil force takes over entirely.
I suppose this is why I am destined to anonymity:
No one wants to handle this beast controlling me.
I went to a local craft fair to browse
handmade trinkets of every sort
displayed lovingly for all to see.
While there my nose became aroused
a scent so clear and undistorted
brought tears to my eyes instantly.
It was you there with me, wasn’t it?
There is no amount of words that can stitch back together the wounds he has caused you.
There is no magic cure-all potion for you to consume that will eat away at the demons that haunt you.
There is no guarantee that you will not be hurt again by those same wretched hands that hurt you the first time.
However, I promise to be there for you during any trial or tribulation. I won’t leave you, cheat on you, or lie.
Never lose faith in those around you.
— Michael Daaboul (via yasodhara)
there is something innately depressing both about being in love and falling out of it
Sleep evades me tonight.
It could be the energy drink from hours ago
or the nervousness from being in your sight.
Either way talking to you again has got me thrown.
I’m letting you go, you’re letting me down
Been caught in the rain and I almost drowned
I’m letting you go, our love’s black and blue
How many words does it take to say I’m through?"
— Blake Lewis, How Many Words
I’m used to flying solo,
captain of a lonely fleet
always losing my crew.
For reasons I don’t know
gaining friends is quite a feat,
something I guess I never outgrew.