[laschavosas-blog]

[oscarsins]

“In this version of us, we hardly ever fight, but our love is the purest of honey sweet candy. We wake up in the morning next to each other, not entwined like in the movies because lets face it, I like my space and you love me enough to indulge me, but we’ll still be by each other’s sides. And that’s what counts, really. In this version of us, you’ll be the doctor, making all the neighbourhood kids happy with your cinnamon soaked sweets and I’ll be the perfect wife painting her days away. I’ll paint trees upon trees for you, and skies filled with joy. Some days, you’ll wake up and cook me breakfast, and I’ll sway in our living room, to the sound of clattering pots in the kitchen. Some days, I’ll cook you dinner and you’ll look at me with your dopey smile and squinty eyes. And I’ll kiss you good morning and good night every day for the rest of my life. In this version of us, we’ll still fight but we’ll forget about it by the end of the day. And the neighbourhood kids will gather around at our porch listening to your tales of grandeur that you wished to achieve, but never achieved. And I’ll confirm every single story as true, because our love is your grandest conquest and here you are, by my side through it all. What more could I ask for ?”

— oscarsins

[poetrykid]

Even dandelions grow in the cracks of a dirty old road. I wish you would take care of your heart so that the dandelion in the crevices of your broken heart could bloom into a garden, and I could see you grow into a person nobody else thought you could be.

Dandelion Heart

[poetrykid]

The moon listens to stories of broken souls.

E.Ab//moon

[rocks80s]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Edgar Allan Poe, from The Complete Works of E. A. P.; “Annabel Lee,” (x)

[horrifying]

by alexcontee

[poetrykid]

Slightly wishing it was me instead of her.

[poetrykid]

“I’ve learnt to deny myself the chance to wander because I’m scared that I’ll give myself the chance to dig deep and find the emotions I’ve long buried. I’m scared that if I run too wild, I’ll find myself in your doorstep at 2 am- with my heart against my palms. “I still love you.””

— Midnight thoughts

[poems-and-word]

[poetrykid]

Because somehow today, the feeling of your embrace crept into my veins. And for a second, I was thinking that maybe I can look for it from someone else.

What was I thinking? Yours will always be the one I will look for. Today. Tomorrow. Greyed hair. Weary heart. Unconditionally always.

[poetrykid]

Have you ever noticed how the saddest souls have the happiest faces?

[poetrykid]

And then today, again, unsettled in my seat as my heart never got to say what it truly wanted before you stepped out of the bus.

[poetrykid]

And here I still am, wondering where I went wrong in loving you.

midnight thoughts

[poetrykid]

I would like to think that somehow, somewhere he’s out there thinking about me and telling himself to stop it. I would like to think that somehow, somewhere he’s walking 112th street composing the words he’ll say when I open the door and he’s standing in the light of my front porch holding a rose in his hand. I would like to think that somehow, somewhere he’s painting a picture of me saying to himself that pictures never fade. I would like to think that somehow, somewhere we will meet again and mend the unresolved things between us, like my heart.

Somehow, somewhere

[poetrykid]

…but ours was different. People count days and time all the time. But ours? I was so overwhelmed; so happy, that I lost track of time. All I knew was that we’ve been together for almost 2 years until I realized how tired and unhappy you became. Until your phone and your friends were the only ones you smile at. Until your eyes became strange and your kisses were quick and different. I’m not yours anymore, am I?

he left. (via poetrykid)

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“How do you know that you are in love with her?” He looked up from his book and thought for a while. Then he smiled, as though he found an answer. “Simple,” he said, “I started to look forward to a new day after her.”

Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #175 // Tomorrow (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)