love stories and stuff

by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

you make me

want to write again

and i think that

this inspiration

might just be

the purest form of love.

— i met someone, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

if you need a girl to

look at you like

she's

in love with you

then

come through.

but keep in mind

she's

seeing five other guys

at the same time

giving them all

butterflies.

— to be honest, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

how am i gonna get this right?

i try so hard to be beautiful in your eyes

to the point where i forget what i even look like.

what's it going to take for you to think i'm lovely?

i'm bruising my legs and scraping my knees

in hopes that you'll eventually find me pretty.

what can i do to make you love me?

i've been trying way too hard

and pretty soon i'm pretty sure i won't care at all.

— look pretty, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

i'm in love with a heliophile who

is addicted to wandering outside

and seeks out sun rays and broad sunlight.

but my constitution is of a hypochondriac,

adored as a meek moon's bride

with a deadly allergy to people and daylight.

— basking, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

i'm standing on the edge of the milkyway

stuck in a stargazer's fever dream

where we were on earth watching daybreak

when you said you'd have to leave.

you said you needed space

now i'm a hundred million miles away

in a whole other galaxy

waiting,

wishing that you'd look for me.

— space and time, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

they were still young when they promised each other

to ressurect the summer of love together

bringing kindness back to mankind

giving out free kisses and peace signs

growing gardens on metro sidestreets

getting inspired by smiles and starlight

and then bowing and taking their leave

onto the next city.

— the wanderers and the summer of love, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

autocorrect tells me that

awesomesauce isn't a real word.

I turn it off

and all my typos

tear the paragraphs of art

into trillions of parts.

so I turned autocorrect back on

and again

all my texts felt wrong.

— probly a word, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

How can we love flowers

and not pick them

to bring them home?

And put them on funeral cars and in vases and in preservation jars and blank spaces

to fill up the gap where we

believe that beauty is missing?

— the blossoms, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

i thought we were forever

but when you moved on

so quickly

so eagerly

i realized

i was but a fleeting moment

in your perpetual search for love.

— a millisecond, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

sometimes... i wish i got love right the first time.

[wordsbyeveline]

time trembled.

and the earth-

it kept turning without you.

— eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

he blinked and i was long gone.

— eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

the words "i love you" slip off my tongue and drip out of my mouth as easily as oil and honey and gasoline.

—eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

the day that the conversation

between us vibrates

like stellar soundswaves

will be the day

i know we're in love.

—eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

i want to find a love where

i want to stay

not just him wanting me

in chains.

—eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

my life was twisted into knots

- not awry - but into millions

of delicate bows,

waiting to be unraveled

with a basic touch.

then came Christmas.

I was the gift

and he was the gentleman

of whose hands I fell apart to.

—pretty thing, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

i promise, i'll be gentle, love.

you're not unstoppable.

even though you seem invincible.

and if i can't be controlled

leave me, my love, all alone.

- cleansing my blood. by eveline