I like the cold side of the pillows, the cool coloured covers of my bitter wooded bed, not marred by the heat of another presence. I like the clean floors of my water-smelling bedroom, dusted only by my footsteps and no one else’s. I like the whole tubs of ice creams that I eat by myself, without the digging marks of a second steel spoon. The perspiration of my once icy water bottle that slips onto my study table and seeps onto the fluttering, unhurried notes. I like the detergent washed clothes that become crisp in the sun and still smell like dew. The chill of things untouched by someone else.

In my own space of one, it’s often cold but never lonely. It’s the cold that solitude brings with itself, a wise sort of scent that wafts of lessons and slow realisations.

She lights the pictures and letters on fire and holds them watching the words burn but the feelings in her heart burn and make their position known. The words dissolve with her tears and the fire.

A Guy I Once Knew

Autumn eyes,

You remind me of a guy I once knew,

His name no longer rings a bell within my mind,

But I do remember the day when he turned twenty-two,

He told me that he adored the freckles dotted on my cheeks,

I laughed and told him that those freckles were rather gold specks,

He chuckled with his deep dimple smile,

And asked me what’s next,

I told him that his eyes were like pumpkin spice and colored leaves,

“Why do you say so?” he’d say,

“Because those things are – warm,” I’d shyly reply,

His smile grew larger as he told me that I was so cliche,

But he is now just apart of the past,

My memory of him is now buried deep within the library of my mind,

In a book labeled, “Autumn Eyes,”

The pages within his book are sloppy and unlined,

But I don’t know why autumn still reminds me of him,

I guess warm feelings never go away,

Those warm autumn feelings,

Is still with me till this day.

~ heart2heartwritings

that girl has me wrapped around her finger and she doesn’t even know it. she’s the type of girl i’d hop on a plane for at the drop of a dime just to be in the same room as her — and i’m terrified of flying.

hey, it’s me. i know it’s been a long time.. a very long time. and the last time we spoke, you told me you never wanted to speak to me again, but it’s been almost 6 years and i’m still head over heels in love with you. i miss you everyday. every single day. i want back the parts of me that i gave to you but i’m pretty sure you’ve thrown them out by now, so i’m a few years too late. more than half of a decade too late, actually.