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Michelle | 24 | Sometimes I feel things and every once in a while I write them down

[swimswimswimaway]

[swimswimswimaway]

If being with you

Means watching from afar

Never being allowed to touch you

Ever again

I will take it

I will wait

For you to fall again

Or for me to fall apart

[swimswimswimaway]

Sometimes I simply cannot see beyond my reflection

I call this one 'I tried to make fun of those really short ass poems that are just single split up sentences but I ended up really liking what I made up'

[swimswimswimaway]

"I can't do this" But here she stands "I don't know how" But she does it regardless "There is just no way" But there always is "I will not get through this" But she can and she will and she did

[goodtwitch]

You put caramel in your coffee To hide the bitter taste Of waking to the truth That your life feels like a waste.

goodtwitch (via goodtwitch)

[swimswimswimaway]

IT

It has no mouth but it wont stop screaming Sharp claws angrily ripping away at my chest As my loved ones watch horrified As I tear open my own skin.

It’s everywhere I am It stands beside me at all times It’s lays next to me when I sleep It hides underneath my skin

It sits on top of my hands during the day And on my chest in the night It hangs onto my crooked back Whispering cruel things into my ear

It’s the only thing that will remain When it has taken every last friend from me And there is no more light coming through Will it be satisfied?

[serialstranger]

And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.

(via uglypnis)

[swimswimswimaway]

I used to be a broken bottle Left empty on the side of a road. Full of nothing but emptiness, Feeling nothing, Doing nothing. And in many ways I still am an empty bottle, But now I am filled with rain water Constantly spilling over And leaking through the various cracks Left in me over the years.

[jasremindmetobreathe]

I’d want  to go deaf  only  if it meant  a lifetime  of your moans  breathed  into my ears

[swimswimswimaway]

not quite about suicide

every once in a while a thought comes along it's merely a tiny whisper among so much noise that it's barely registered 'do it' the tiny thought says 'it'll make you feel better' 'No' I say and wait for a nicer thought to find it's way into my brain

[midcrisislifeme-deactivated2021]

I was always afraid of losing you.

Each time your fingers grazed mine, I tried to remember the soft tips that led to your calloused palms. Each time your arms wrapped around my back, I clung to your chest and tried to mentally capture your structure, your scent, your heartbeat and breathing patterns that sustained your body. Each time your lips brushed mine, both softly and pressured, I attempted to memorize the individual dry patches and your lasting fruity, minty taste of your breath when it mixed with mine. Each time you laid me to sleep late at night and we whispered about the future, I soaked in every sweet word you uttered. I felt every stitch of your shirt that pressed into my chest and every follicle of your leg hair that tickled against mine. Each time you finally drifted off to sleep, I lay awake, moving steadily to the beat of your heart. I burned with your body’s natural heat, but snuggled closer and breathed you in, our bodies becoming one in my mind when I eventually nodded off with you. Each time my dreams spoke your image, I captured it in memories to open again on nights without you, when I was caught adrift in loneliness. Each time you said goodbye, even if only for the night, I archived the statement in case you were to never return.

-A

[swimswimswimaway]

Gender

Scared of getting ridiculed I hide behind a mask of silence "There's only two" they say while hurting everyone who doesn't agree The silent whisper behind closed doors "But what if I am neither?" "What if I am both?" In a world so full of hatred I refuse to confess that I've never understood the concept at all

[definegodliness]

Good morning, Beautiful,

A bed feels much softer and safer when it’s shared with you, and the coffee I brewed tastes so much better now I know it’s brewed for two, ordinary things; daily routines feel as though they’re new. Who knew life could be so much more fun, only by being shared with you? - M.A. Tempels © 2016

[latenightcornerstore]

How do I turn into sunshine? I want to be so warm, so warm, I forget what being cold feels like.

Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[flutters-of-butterfly-wings]

Another broken poet with a twisted heart, looking for someone else to shoulder the pain of too many words left unsaid.

[dephus]

It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.

K.P.K (via ohteenscanrelate)

[thisforkhassuperpowers-blog-dea]

Your words Are tiny parcels Of warmth and light That help keep My soul stay sunny On rainy mornings