I’m too tired to sleep.
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@theseeyesofuncertainty
I’m too tired to sleep.
Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies in their tummy. Others think love can be measured in bunches of flowers, or by using the words ‘for ever.’ But love can only truly be measured by actions. It can be a small thing, such as peeling an orange for a person you love because you know they don’t like doing it.
Marian Keyes (via wnq-anonymous)
These caffeine fueled
dusty eyes
Skim bland pages
And cry.
I love you,
I love your smile, that little laugh you make and the look in your eyes,
I love the colour of your eyes and the little bits of hair that hang down you face,
I love the way talk, breathe beautifully,
I love the way you look so peaceful when you sleep,
the way you walk, the way you make everyday the best day, even when its raining,
I love you when all I can hear is the tears of the rain tearing down,
I love that day you first said you loved me,
and every day after that
I love you more and more every time I catch a glimpse of our gorgeous face,
that cheeky smile,
I love your curly hair, even when you hate it,
I love every little mole and freckle on your body,
I love your arms, your legs,
I love your soul,
I love the conversations we have late at night,
I love that first awkward kiss,
I’ve loved every passionate one since,
I love the way you make me smile, even when I’m mad
or sad,
and been crying all night or when you get back,
I love how I can never take my mind of you,
How every time I close my eyes, I feel your arms wrap around me,
your lips press against mine,
I love that way you put up with my pathetically shit poetry,
and when you tell me you love me,
my heart forgets how to breathe,
I still get butterflies coming to see you,
and cold water when we kiss,
I never thought I could ever love someone so much,
but I love you more than life,
and I love the way you hold my hand,
even when your mad,
I love the way you smile at me,
I love the way you laugh,
I love how you think and how you look at me when we’re alone,
I love how you make me smile and you strip my mind of everything but you,
I love you.
I can’t take my mind of your beautiful smile
You make me smile
Every time we meet
even if it’s just for a little while
You let me breathe.
But you chose me
and that’s all that matters
Cut me open and spill my words
Do you still love me?
The way you look at me
with that bitter-sweet smile
and half-hearted promises
I love you, but do you still love me?
You fall asleep at seven thirty
but I won’t sleep for days
I can't sleep Without your touch
You sleep and I weep.
And I sit here shaking in the cold black night, with silent tears and silent sight
All this long week, I just can’t sleep
My eyes blister painfully open And the dark swells with cruel whispers And lies, twisted by my bleeding mind Cut and scarred The smile their jagged grins at my crying eyes And I lay there tonight Without a fright Except for losing you.