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wide eyed
It’s funny how a sad song can remind you of such happy times.
You never really think to put much thought into what happens next when you’re so caught up in the beautiful now.
But when your glittering hours run out, all you’re left with is a memory.
Memory of the people you loved, the ones who loved you, and the painfully strung together words that only trigger the brightest and most treasured moments.
Real life nightmares are a funny thing. One minute your mind is on fire, but the next minute tells more about you than the nightmare itself.
just a thought
the beautiful thing is that it doesn’t quite take much to throw a thumbs up to the sky to let god know you haven’t been defeated.
my dear, never give up on a love that makes the world go silent.
I hope you think about me from time to time.
but I swear the stars aligned and the angels sang when I kissed her.
I hope to God that the next love tastes sweeter.
you left a bitter taste in my mouth
supposed to
And maybe this was supposed to happen.
I was supposed to lose everything.
I was supposed to get lost.
I was supposed to feel pain.
But maybe I'm also supposed to begin again.
a letter i will never send
Our tomorrow never came.
Our forever never existed.
Our friendship ended early.
Our love forgot to take flight.
But we made memories.
And took photographs.
And shared love.
Shared hearts.
Shared brains.
Became one.
Only, we could not keep ourselves glued to one another.
Eyes were made for wandering.
Feet for shuffling.
While many ideas were shared between us,
Only one will stick:
time.
My time could never be wasted because it was spent on you.
My love could never be damned because it was for you.
My only regret was not fighting.
Not remembering we were young and time was on our side.
Maybe one day fate will guide us to one another once more.
Until then, my dear, be careful.
how dare i
I feel inferior I feel like I will never deserve you. I am always second guessing myself, in fear of messing up. You are always so sure of everything. You are so strong. I am so weak. How do we mesh so well? How do you love me? How dare I think I could ever be worthy of you or your love. I am a mess of thoughts and feelings. You are a garden of ideas and strength. Oh how I wish I could be like you.
just a slip of paper.
we’re just kids, but that doesn’t stop us from speaking the way we do. we have days where you won’t even look my direction; then we have others where each other’s eyes are the only sights to see. we think. we feel. we love. thank you for being in my life. i don’t deserve you; i never will. i love you.
we have gotten to the point where you love me more than I love you.
Lock up your heart and mind, and only give few the key.
be careful
Let's talk about nothing and everything all at once.
I love you
So how was winter break?
this was one for the history books,
well,
it’s one for me.
this book would have colorful pages.
one blue,
one purple,
and a few orange.
These colors are the ones for family,
a blue for my mother and her singing dove,
a purple for my brother and his vulgar innocence,
and orange for my father.
A shade of orange, almost red.
this is for anger and not much else.
Christmas was just another day,
just like my book will be any other book.
Darling, we are all made from magic, but I think you were made with a little bit of extra stardust.
This girl is a gospel radio She only speaks her wisdom when its needed She only allows herself to love when its most inconvenient She is A beautiful soul One without a proper voice Without a proper place She is magic Her presence is comfortable She is one to uplift others. But she is also broken She tries to force herself to smile To eat To breathe She is absolutely shattered. If I had only known before Maybe I could’ve been of some help.