Dreamy 🕊

love, sm

[poetichurricane]

“I’d like to be a love letter. The kind that true lovers write. With words that float softly out of the writers beautiful lips. Handwritten with imperfect letters that match the sound of the writers voice. I want the sappy scentences to rhyme with the song of the lovers heartbeat”.

-S.M // love letter

[poetichurricane]

I’ve been lonely for you.

- S.M // Lonely hearts club

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“Problem is, I didn’t know I loved you when we said our goodbyes.”

— S.M // Once I had all the right words, you were no longer there to tell

[poetichurricane]

Sometimes I just miss simply holding your hand. I felt safe by your side. A comfort I can’t seem to replace.

S.M // your hand intertwined perfectly with mine, his just doesn’t feel right.

[poetichurricane]

You made my heart feel like spring in times I didn’t think I could bloom.

S.M // blooming love

[poetichurricane]

I hate the saying that you can’t be loved unless you love yourself. Loving yourself can be hard when you can’t help but cry infront of the mirror. People can have a heart full of love to share with the world, but still struggle with keeping some of that love for themseleves.

S.M // some of the biggest hearts give so much love, they forget to love themselves

[poetichurricane]

Everything hurt when you left. My heart was never prepared for this abscence. I thought we would last but little did I know, everything was broken. Just how most of the stars we see in the sky are dead. I saw light and stardust in our future, and you saw a future without me.

S.M // Stardust

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I was getting used to you coming home to me. I was getting used to your company.

S.M // I was kind of used to you loving me

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A hand to hold, a heart to love.

S.M // you

[poetichurricane]

Love isn’t easy. There will be times when you feel like you’re breaking, like everything is falling apart. You can’t just give up; fix it. People today see something that is ‘broken’ and just throw it away and find a replacement.

S.M // The goal is not to search for something perfect, but to find someone worth sticking around the imperfection.

[poetichurricane]

“He whispered I love you, and I thought of you. I said it back, but only truthfully to you. I care about everyone, I know that about myself. But I don’t love him. I don’t even know what love is. I mean who really knows? can you really love more than one person or are those three words one massive lie said by billions and meant by two. I don’t know what love is but if I had a clue I think I’d love you.”

— S.M // Three words said by billions and meant by two

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I think I’m just worried that eventually you’ll become someone I can’t live without.

S.M // I wouldn’t mind thinking of you from time to time, but I fear one day you’ll ocuppy my thoughts all day and night.

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It’s all fun and sweet until one starts to fall alone.

S.M// It takes two souls

[enlightened-globetrotter]

[poetichurricane]

I thought I was finally beginning to forget you. Yesterday I found myself crying over an old box of cigarettes with your handwriting smudged across the worn out interior. I couldn’t read your tainted words. I can’t remember what you had said. But still, I couldn’t get myself to throw it out.

-S.M // notes on your cigarette boxes

[poetichurricane]

I’ve always been mesmerized by the idea of love. I am a tragic, hopless, romantic. For a while, I thought love wasn’t real, it just couldn’t exisit in a world with more divorces than marriages. Despite my doubts, I’ve come to realize I do believe in love. I believe true love exists, but I believe it is extremely rare. You see, there is a difference between simply loving someone rather than being in love with someone. I don’t believe you can cheat on someone you love. I don’t believe you can leave someone you love. And I definitely don’t believe that you can fall out of love. If you can, you were never in love.

-S.M // My thoughts on love