Dedicated To You

Part time yapper, full time yearner

[dedikated-to-you]

I wish to be disgustingly well-spoken

[seaphine]

being highly intellectual and well mannered is really attractive

[perriaeyjeve]

[ocean-glint]

i love reading, i love thinking about what i am currently reading, i love thinking about what i am going to read next, i love being privileged enough to be able to read, read, read, and read so much that i never tire of it

[sec0ndwind]

I’m so hungry I could eat the gap between what I said and what I meant

[dedikated-to-you]

I would become an artist if it meant that I could have you as my muse. It would be an excuse for me to stare at you for hours on end. Although even the best artist would not be able to encapsulate the beauty and brightness you hold. Even perfection could not replicate you, because you aren’t perfect. Inside and out, your flaws are what entices me the most. You don’t even realise it but your cracks are what allows your light to shine through.

[dedikated-to-you]

If being a cartographer meant I could memorise the details of your features, then a cartographer is what I will be. Even the tiniest little aspects are worth remembering. I will engrave it in my mind if I have to. I would take note on how your eyes creak when you laugh, or those stupid dimples that flashes when you smile. But also those crevasses by your lips when you frown. From the mole on your left ring finger, to the way you eyelashes surrounds your iris. Your eyes, I could never stop looking at them. How could something of beauty be so deceptive? The way they look at me as your lips are spewing nonsense about another girl. Your lips are saying something else but your eyes are saying otherwise. Could you look at me like you look at her for once?

[dedikated-to-you]

She was never mine to begin with so do I have the right to feel this way? Theres literally nothing to resolve, only feelings to endure. Its not something tangible I can remove or stop, its just there, forcing me to be in a state to mourn something that never even lived to begin with. Theres no sadness here, just bitterness to bear.

[eymurn]

Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.

[dedikated-to-you]

Delusion is a destructive thing. One tiny sliver of hope could spark into a wildfire that could stem from something so miniscule. A brush of a hand. A glance to the lips. One small sign that could potentially be evidence that reciprocation could exist, that maybe we are possible. Something so insignificant can be so powerful when seen from a different perspective. It’s fueld by hope, and crushed by reality. To a starving person, crumbs will look like a feast.