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.
In my life I repeat the same cycle:
Fall for a guy and then get left behind.
All of this ends up leaving me spiteful,
blaming myself with words that are unkind.
I’ve settled on the fact that I will remain alone.
I suppose this attitude won’t really help my case,
but I have given up putting my heart out to loan
only to have it be returned in disgrace.
How did you change so quickly and so effortlessly?
Not only did you change with me but with everybody.
This change has caused valleys to form between you and I,
so deep these valleys are that we don’t see eye to eye.
I truly did love you but you have gone and killed it all between us.
This situation truly is the worst, at least I wasn’t the one being murderous.
You arrogant, cocky son of a bitch,
how could you dare be so cold to me?
I thought we were friends of a different breed,
fulfilling that deeply hidden insatiable itch
we both had for one another since day one.
Maybe this was all a one way affair of which I have been sadly mistaken.
Perhaps I missed all of the signs that your heart wasn’t vacant.
In the end, I am the fool for believing in love.