December 2009
330 posts
So the burn spreads.
I can be the soap to wash her off every fingertip.
Because when you touch me I feel you.
I don’t feel this cold rigid insides you tell stories about.
I’m feeling that burn you say washes over you.
And when your body aches, I can feel my heart expanding to swallow you whole.
Because I will not burn you and I will not freeze you.
I’ll keep you warm and safe.
So that wherever...
Ice can be broken, but I choose to melt.
+I’m a bad person.
-I don’t think I could fall in love with a bad person.
+Then don’t.
-Too late I guess.
Fall...
calmmedown:
Don’t be afraid to fall. I promise to catch you.
I’ve never been happier than what I am now.
—S
Sleeping with you
fuckyeahhlove:
Knowing you are there, by my side when the earth that we know is darkened by the absence of the sun is extraordinary. Your touch is the comfort I searched and craved for. Your fingertips caressed against my skin as your lips are compressed with mine for a moment, or two, or three. We smile with our eyes closed facing each other. Our legs stroke smoothly against each other, the...
Beside you, crawl, perfect; repeat.
I’ve watched the boys meet their girls. But where is mine?
You know when Jesus parts his oceans, thats how this feels.
liαииe, says:
it hurts still bandaid doesnt take the pain away D;
Michelle. says:
sometimes i wish it did but then everyone would be covered in them
right.
Michelle. says:
); i feel you sometimes you move so slow
******, says: or not at all
Michelle. says: no, you’re definitely not sitting still
And if you were, I’d move my heart to my fingertips, so you’d warm up and grow soft as I smoothed out your rough edges. I’m good with that. I’ll keep my eyes closed unless I’m looking in your eyes.
Sometimes,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes.
My heart hurts. And everything falls down before I’m standing up. Even though it’s feeling strangled on its own I hold it tight. I’m stopping myself from breathing, but you’re the reason.
We're the colour in my palid world.
Maybe we’re just the paints that mix up the sky. And one day we were left to dry on that canvas painted by an artist way before our time. Those remarkable frames forgotten and left unnoticed. But we remain vibrant. And though we collect dust, we carry a name. Depict a story which once sat in a dreamers mind. And in that short tale of no words and just scenes. They piece together love. Four...
If your heart wears thin.
My lips are stitched. My eyes blind folded. And this all feels so permanent. But I will speak again, if not in sound then in movement or letters. I’ll send millions of words your way until you’ve learned to understand. And I will see again, if not through my eyes, then through touch and imagination. Because with a voice like yours I couldn’t let you go. I may be damaged goods, I...
Every whisper.
It’s like she listens, but her listening is just looking for mistakes in my words.
“Its like seeing someone for the first time…you know passing them on the street....”
– Gavin Banek; Changing Lanes (via webefakingempathy
what if I said nothing.
Maybe I hadn’t said enough.
These wolves are going to eat me alive.
And I couldn’t close the door last night.
Even though all the dark was sinking in and I could see their eyes.
They were hungry and howling.
Just like my insides.
And I lay there listening to the wind as it past by through that empty door hoping one would blow you my way.
But this isn’t a western film and you’re not just tumble weed.
Soon the cold swept through and settled. ...
Dip me in and wash me in love.
You do make everything okay in me.
I’m not afraid of anything when I’m with you, and I’m scared of plenty.
I miss all of you.
Your body; watching your eyes and your lips as you smile, your hands and when your fingers are between mine, your head and how it rests on my shoulder.
Your voice; and how it sounds when your happy to when your pouty and cranky, how it makes me smile...
That's how this is going to be.
I’ll be the giver and you’ll be the taker.
You're everything.
You know those mornings where you wake up early when you finally don’t have to and you just lay in bed next to her wondering what today’s going to be like.
Those days where the suns shining so bright you put your arm over your eyes and just relax under it’s warmth.
Because you’ve had one of those nights where you forgot to close the blinds cause you stared at the stars...
Step forward she's calling.
+ I miss you.
- Awwhh, I miss you too.
+ How’s Christmas?
- It’s been pretty good. How about you?
+ Would have been better with you.
- You shouldn’t say that.
+ Why? It’s true.
- I don’t know why you do this to yourself.
+ Do what?
- Say things like that when you know I can’t reciprocate it.
+ You can.
- No, I can’t.
+ You can.
- I...
Ignorance
You aren’t the only one.
It’s a lie to say you’re at it alone.
Because I’m feeling it too.
I’m seeing it too.
I’m just as lost as you are.
But no one sees that.
I don’t do well with sympathy.
I’m doing this without you.
Sing me to sleep.
“Do you usually sleep with music?”
“Yeah.”
-turns on music-
What I didn’t tell you, is that I didn’t need it to fall asleep with you.
I only play it when I don’t feel safe. That way my minds too busy listening to soothing tunes and soft words to think about being afraid. And I get sung to sleep. When you’re here, your lungs emitting oxygen along...
Roles are changing.
Because at a time I remember coming on strong.
I remember being on top and trying so hard.
But now I’m faultering.
I’m slowing down and stumbling.
I’m fumbling with words and forcing myself to look.
My hearts no longer got a guard.
There’s no great wall of china, no secret ninjas and traps to get you caught and stuck.
It’s bare.
It had a...
Killer smile.
I don’t think I’m shining so bright anymore.
Like over time my glows been dying and I’m going dull.
There’s nothing new about me.
I’m predictable and my voice has grown hoarse.
It feels like I’m falling to my knees with no chance of getting up.
And when I look up, it’s too bright for me.
I’ve grown used to this dim light.
I live in it....
(via chantelmedeiros)
Just give me you.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
What did you think of, in the seconds between that it took to say the next number. Where did your mind go afterwards?
Tarah.
time. everything takes time. time for healing, time to grow, time to think. people don’t have time. they waste time. they need time. all this time i spend wondering. what if i don’t have the right timing. what if the time is up?
She doesn’t like to worry but she’s afraid of everything going on around her.
And we're writing verses to leave behind.
i once wrote that you start your sentences by saying “this might sound insensitive” and just because you say it doesn’t make things okay doesn’t matter, i breathe on anyway but i threw that song away just like with the one where i sat with the ghost in my car and we listened to all my songs and as i feared i was being forgotten, the ghost raised the volume i felt afraid but...
So it is...
It feels like the dreams settling in. I’m holding you, without touch. I’m keeping you, but without the chains.