My fingers itch for the next few words
Scrambling
Clawing towards
Something.

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@houseofpapers
My fingers itch for the next few words
Scrambling
Clawing towards
Something.
Sleeping apart from you has taught me I miss more than just your body
@sixwordssayitall (via sixwordssayitall)
A little lost in love
I can hope and pray
That you will be the one,
To beg me to stay.
That our love will be merry and gay
Dispelling everything terrible
That makes this world oh-so grey.
I beg you so,
Be with me, one more day.
“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”
—Neil Gaiman
You’re the only girl I’ve seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via purplebuddhaquotes)
My Rose
Every part of you feels so
Right, evert drop of your essence.
It’s like I can feel your soul
Flowing through me.
Coarsing through my veins and
Rippling through every fiber
Of my being.
Little thoughts
You’re the sort of person
That you set two alarms
For in the morning, because its
Too hard to leave your side.
Have the sort of lips; when
We kiss and our lips stick together
I take it as a sign to
Kiss you again.
Simply.
You are the sort of person I
Know I’ll fall for over and
Over again.
Each time a little bit
Harder than the last.
<3
Would you look at that,
The earth is crying tears of
Joy for you and I.
only if
if i wrote You a love poem
would you know it was for You?
could You see how all these lines
are actually just thoughts of You?
would You now see, how all my words
and lines wrap around You and
who You are so perfectly?
or, would it just be tossed away
with all the rest
just to be lost and forgotten?
Heart flutters
But if I had told you first,
Would we have been there?
The stars, glowing through the
Winter trees, brighter than ever
Reflecting off your indescribably
Goddess-like blue eyes.
Would the distance of the traffic
In the background have been enough,
To not make the moment
Too terribly silent?
I think that moment landed upon us
In the most perfect of ways, my heart
Still flutters with joy
Till this very moment.
Close
I am far too close
Almost Speaking these words, Breath-
Taking... only if.
I am in love with you.
I am in love with the way
Your eyes are your pure emotions,
Burning hot, then glacially cold.
I am in love with the way
Your smile breaks my heart.
Everything you do has the delicate desperation
Of someone in pain.
I wish I could bandage you,
Wish I could kiss away your pain.
Instead I drink,
Punish my liver
For the sins of my heart.
It’s magnetics,
The simple physics of attraction and repulsion.
I wonder which I am to you.
Only if
I misheard you,
Those sweet words.
Misheard for a second.
In that moment
My heart jumped to my throat
I thought I’d choke.
But thinking I heard you right,
That was just a joke.
Time, and time again
Baby,
We have been running back an forth,
Tipping over our self-worth;
Missing each other,
Time and time
Again.
Ask, and I will tell
Maybe someday you will know,
How many notebooks carry your name
Scattered, tattered and lost.
How many lines I have written
For you, about you and inspired
By you.
Maybe, someday when the world
Wishes it so,
I’ll show you, my House Of Papers,
I have written for you.
Favorite poem/quote?
“The heart was made to be broken”-Oscar Wilde
Love
/L∂v/
noun
1. The gravitational pull of one soul to another.
2. The search for meaning of ones self in another.
3. The void feeling when one soul leaves and the gravity collapses in one’s chest.