neverland nothings

I am not a poet. And I know nothing about poetry. But occasionally pretty words come out anyway. 25. Writing about love and life. All "neverlandnothings" poems are © K.L.S.

[neverlandnothings]

My mind turns over

The memory of you

The way fingers fixate

On ballpoint pens

Hangnails, split ends

The place I go

When there is

No place for me

I scold myself endlessly

As my thoughts

Return like a stray cat,

Desperately feeding

Unable to satisfy

Hunger that has rested

In my ribs for so long

I hardly recognize

The cues

You are not a madness

But an ache

Ever present

You are not a sickness

But a muse

[neverlandnothings]

I’m not drunk often

But when I’m drunk

I think of you

and your voice

and your hands

and every night

on the drive home

I draft unsent replies

I know you’re not

who I knew

anymore

But sometimes

I wish I could show him

the length of my hair

and the lights in my town

and I wish

we could reminisce

about the colors in the sky

You told me once

not to give you

false hope

but I don’t think I know

the difference anymore

and protecting you hurts

for a million reasons

Things are different now

and hope is not the

anchor it used to be

but you should know

I keep you inside

Always inside

[sundaynightfilms]

Before Sunrise, 1995

[bringiton]

“The first film [Before Sunrise] is about what could be, the second [Before Sunset] is about what should have been. Before Midnight is about what it is.”

– Ethan Hawke THE BEFORE TRILOGY, dir. Richard Linklater.

[writerscreed]

“Some of us I think are cursed with someone we were never meant to end up with, but we never meant to forget. The world never did play fair. Otherwise it would let me have you or forget you completely.”

— Instead I have neither. (via a-quietsoul)

[wordsnquotes]

“I do love you - I can’t change that.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via theliteraryjournals)

[beautiful-bundle-of-hate]

Don’t blame me

Your love made me crazy

          -Taylor Swift, Don’t Blame Me

[neverlandnothings]

For years you've lived in the shapes of my tongue

and have been expelled in every sigh

Made a home among my winter clothes and

I cannot shake you with the dust

As I pull them from the closet, echoes of cold nights are still scalding hot to the touch

And that's the problem, isn't it? That's the nature of our southern winters, temperatures shifting

They come and go like your feelings for me, a time card punched in and out when it hurts the least

And the truth of the matter is, I don't know how not to want you.

[poemswords]

[hellish-daddy]

[coral]

“I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

—

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

[tackled]

[jim-kirk]

Casablanca (1942) + Iconic Dialogue 

[remanence-of-love]

But the saddest thing in life isn’t the love you’d never have; it is the love you could never explain.

Juansen Dizon (via remanence-of-love)

[thelovejournals]

I never wanted a quiet, sensible sort of love. I wanted to be devoured.

Beau Taplin, “The Devouring” (via thelovejournals)

[fayevalcntine]

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

[charliemvrdock]

Milo Ventimiglia Screen Tests for ‘W Magazine’ (x)