#poemofthenight

So thank you for showing up,

Thank you for choosing to love me when I was ready to break-

You didn’t have to.

-I love you too

The summer after high school was spent kissing pretty girls in the bar bathroom. It was time wasted having a good time being kids for a while before it was all over.

-the promise of September

“and maybe I’ll fly to some city, and lose myself in all the lights.

And maybe I’ll find a pretty girl, to warm up those cold city nights”

-escape attempt #1

And as I looked into your eyes I saw my entire universe reflected back at me. You have stolen not only my heart but every part of me relentlessly. This is something I will never recover from, loving you. I fear our lives will forever be entangled.

-the sun pales in comparison to your smile

“I know all of their favourite verses,

Specially picked to prove me wrong.

I am well acquainted with my sin

I have lived with it for so long.”

Hidden Places

I have sinned terribly in your arms

So now I must fall to my knees and repent

I’ll kiss my confessions into your skin

I’ll show my sins until we’re both spent

Show me what your heaven feels like

I can tell myself all day, “be heartless, fuck them” but in reality, I have a big ass heart. I can’t treat people badly, it’s not in me.

Today I read something that said “someone who overthink is also someone who overloves” and I felt that.

Sometimes, when I say “I’m okay.” I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, “I know you’re not.”

The only thing that makes me a little bit happy is the Tumblr notifications.

My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way i see myself.

The saddest part in life is saying goodbye to someone you wish to spend your lifetime with.

I know you’re sad, so I won’t tell you to have a good day. Instead, I advise you to simply have a day. Stay alive, feed yourself well, wear comfortable clothes, and don’t give up on yourself just yet. Until then, have a day.

Do you know when you find you’re on the edge? When one day, for some stupidity, tears come to your eyes. When one word too many, an insignificant gesture hit you deeply. It does not mean being frail or weak, but having endured too much, too long.

For once I would like to speak to someone who understands how I really feel.

The saddest thing is when you are feeling real down, you look around and realize that there is no shoulder for you.

Sometimes, you just have to stay silent, because no words can explain what’s going on in your mind and heart.

I lied and said I was busy. I was busy, but not in a way most people understand. I was busy taking deeper breaths. I was busy silencing irrational thoughts. I was busy calming a racing heart. I was busy telling myself I am okay. Sometimes, this is my busy, and I will not apologize for it.

I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days. I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.

He said: “Don’t you feel lonely living in your own little world?”

She whispered: “Don’t you feel powerless living in other peoples worlds?”

Have you ever just sat with your friends realizing you’re the least important friend in the group and that it wouldn’t make difference if you were there or not?