And I told you to be patient.

Original shit.

[rileylynnebecks]

FOLLOW PLEASE, new poetry blog replacing this one!

[love-personal]

[rileylynnespillsink]

It’s a wonder the sun knows not to apologize to the colors it fades over time- magnificently ripping apart their molecules, leaving them lesser versions of themselves. It’s a wonder, the ways in which you were the sun- though I swear you have left me the brightest I have ever been.

On growth in your absence- Riley Lynne (via rileylynnespillsink)

[rileylynnebecks]

NEW TUMBLR-

Rileylynnespillsink.tumblr.com will be replacing this blog as I move all my content over. Please follow there!

[rileylynnebecks]

The way our eyes lock and our hands touch when we're fucking- I want to tell you between moans I'm thinking maybe you could change my mind about things.

Riley Lynne

[block]

[rileylynnebecks]

A letter from the side chick: The first time he cut it off with you- I believed him. The first time, I was never more proud- for both of us. I couldn’t have imagined that you were still wound so tightly around him, I couldn’t have imagined I’d be getting only half of him, coming home to sweat clung clothes like I didn’t know he was missing you. I know immediately when I don’t hear from him for days. I know you’re wrapped tight around his elbows, I know you are the reason he doesn’t call me beautiful. And the nights he doesn’t call at all, I know- it’s because I would hear you in the hollows of his chest, he’d laugh like he does when he’s nervous and I would know he is in bed with you, coursing through his bloodstream in a way I could never touch him. The first time he told me he wasn’t over you I cried in the drivers seat, because I already knew. I have seen you in his eyes early in the morning, found pieces of you in his dresser drawers. I have seen your love bites on the tops of his palms and on the insides of his arms. That night he told me that loving you was the most euphoric he had ever felt, and to never feel that way again would be a painful death. I want to tell him I am aching with jealousy, aching to watch his eyes roll back, his body sink into me. These are the things you’ll always know about him better than I will. So many times I wished I could rip you out of his fists and see if he’d even reach for me in your absence, because lately I feel like I’ve lost my grip completely on the pieces of him I was sure I could fix. And I was a mess when I was leaving, with that “you never loved me anyway” bullshit and the “it was always her” bullshit, but it was. Always you. Even for the women before me it was always you, skin and bones and yellow beautiful, he told me. If I could get a hold of you would tell you that lately it has been less about wanting him for myself and more about making sure he lives to see twenty six. Making sure those track marks become long untouched scars that remind him about your breakup, about the day he told you to fuck off, about the day he found peace in recovery. Whether for me of for himself. The day he realized heroin can no longer hold him down.

A letter from the side chick- Riley Lynne

[poetrybyorenda]

​what i meant to say. @poetrybyorenda // art by henn kim (ig: henn_kim)

[rileylynnebecks]

And my god, I am so in love with you. I have been so in love with you, for so long. So scared you can see it on my face - so sorry, already, for what this means for both of us.

We are going to break each other.

[rileylynnebecks]

I know this all too well. The boy with the broken pieces, the boy with the bloody hands, the boy who tells me he cannot love me from the beginning. But god damnit if I don’t want to kiss the scars lining his veins, Unstitch the demons he’s sweating through his sheets about, tell them of the strength I’ve felt when he’s tossing and turning. I can’t not touch him- ten years ago against the bathroom wall. And now Jealous that time has gotten to touch his face in laugh lines Jealous of the years wound so tightly in his smile. Jealous that he loved something enough to let it kill him. I know this all too well. The man with the missing pieces, the man with the shaking hands, the man who tells me I am no hero from the beginning. But god damnit if I’m not still trying.

I swear I’m going to fix you- Riley Lynne

[fiftyshadesthemovie]

If something were to happen to you. I could never forgive myself.

[anilag]

even my comics just want to lie down for a bit

[neaarty]

[rileylynnebecks]

The ghost of a thing I still remember I’m sorry you’ve forgotten your own summer skin, and I’m sorry I haven’t. Sweat glazed palms and sunburned freckles, only mine. So many things were only ever mine. Daydreaming in twisted sheets, smell of dirt and something I’ve forgotten. I will always tell you that white flag meant nothing, burnt into things I couldn’t swallow, burnt into the pale of my inner thighs, that white flag was supposed to make you come home. Where ever that was between miles of smoke clouds, we were always forgetting to wash our hands of the rust that kept growing from the promises we soaked them in. And I would have worn it more proud than you. The spaces between our fingers bleeding silence, until December. Cut my hair when I saw her, you were so happy. I didn’t recognize you.

Riley Lynne

[kwassakwassasisa]

She moves in her own way, The Kooks

[rileylynnebecks]

More than anything, I want you to build up those weaker pieces of yourself that weren’t evolved enough to love me. Not for me, but for yourself. And if her hands are more careful than mine, and she can show you how to reassemble those broken parts of you that I never could quite fix myself, then by all means, let her. You deserve growth, the same way I do. Even if we are doing it in different ways. I forgive you.

On finally letting go.

[drunkpalebitch]