| I cannot even begin to describe just what this poem means to me <3 |
| I cannot even begin to describe just what this poem means to me <3 |
A Conversation With...I have never spoken these words out loud but sometimes you are too beautiful for me to love. But I still love you, do I not?A Conversation With...
You hang your shame around your neck and your love you trap in words and scars.
Love isLove is self-destruction.Love is
Love is taking heart-break by the hand and following her to the cliffs edge.
Love is leading the heart to the gallows, and standing by as heartstrings are severed.
Love is walking the plank. Pulling the trigger. Taking the blade. Love is suicidal, self-destructive, beautiful.
Yes, love is beautiful
TRUTH: I do not know... Truth: I do not know what love is.TRUTH: I do not know...
If it’s sitting and burning and wondering what it would feel like to kiss you, then I love you. If it’s watching and wanting and thinking about holding your body close to mine, then I love you. If it’s wanting
Cold in July'Sometimes I think I almost love you.'Cold in July
'Don't say that.'
'Why?'
'Because I'd end up chasing shadows across fields and pressing my palm to yours against glass. Because parallel thoughts never meet and I'm closer to you by pretending I don't care. And because I don't want to hurt you.'
'That makes no sense.' 'Neither do chalk lines faded by the sun or watching kites fall in the ocean.'
'Is that all you have to say?'
'No. I could tell you that I count the number of cracks on sidewalks and never throw coins in fountains because I know where they'll en
| I like to watch the world pass by and I like to dream about going with it. I do not know where I'm headed in life but you're free to join me if you like. I am in love. I am in love with being in love. I am not in love with anyone. I am in love with my little world. |
amillionhearts
Adoration
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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Hang your heart out on a limb
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Hang your heart out on a limb
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