babe,
i'd tell you we're floating leaves,
but i'd be lying;
we never went with the wind,
you see.
we're shooting stars,
but that also means we'll
burn out.
these leaves,
they twist and turn and flow
for miles,
but they land.
you and me -
we're speeding towards
what we think we want,
when really it's a black hole
of nothing.
we're on this set path,
but we've collided.
we've exploded into a thousand
little pieces
and now we're scattered
everywhere.
i suppose we've been bound
to cross paths at some point,
i just wish
it wasn't so
tragic.
maybe if i'd
skip two meals
you'd ignore me
a little more.
maybe if my collarbones
stuck out a little more,
you wouldn't lay your
head on my shoulder.
maybe if i could count
each of my 24 ribs,
you wouldn't lay next
to me anymore.
maybe if i threw up
after each rare meal,
you wouldn't kiss me
like you do now.
maybe if i were
dead-girl thin,
you wouldn't love me
as much as you do.
and maybe if i were
be a bit more skinny,
you'd hold on to me
less.
but maybe if i were
skinny,
i'd love myself more.
and maybe,
just maybe,
you'd be true to your promise
and love
whatever i love.
some girls are those girls
that feel happy in the moonlight
and sad in the sun.
some girls are those girls
that draw scalding baths
with no cold water
and lower themselves in
no matter how much it hurts.
and despite the heat,
some girls sit in the water
until everything turns so cold
'til she's shivering.
until the sun goes down
and the bathroom
is as dark as the tar
in her lungs.
some girls buy fancy lingerie
and expensive purses and clothes
while some girls
are those girls that buy bath bombs
and bath salts and bath oils
and anything else
to color the bath water
just enough to
not see their own bodies.
some girls are those girls
that l
early morning steam
from a teacup
hits the sun
and there's no denying
how much i miss you.
everything reminds me
of you;
the way the trees bend
(just like how you walk),
the color of the drying grass
(just like your eyes
in the summer light).
even the birds
seem to cheep your name
mid flight,
the coyotes howling
for you
in the darkness.
you're the sun to my moon
and i can't find my light
without you.
it's so bright
in this bedroom,
but it still seems
like midnight.
and no amount of tea
will ever make up
for your absence
because i'm so lonely
without you
and i don't think
anything
will ever calm my
anxieties
until i see you again.
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Literature
146. i don't love you (yet)
i love the mornings when i wake up
and think of you,
i love the moments in the sunlight
when your smile becomes
illuminated,
i love the commas & spaces in your
voice when you speak,
i love the fireworks in your heart
that electrify every kiss,
i love the way you grace my throat
with your soft lips
just enough to tingle,
i love the feeling whenever you're
around or even near,
i love the roses that you've given
playing sweet scented
melodies in the wind,
i love the how you seem to make so
many of the
143. trying my heart out by weight13ss, literature
Literature
143. trying my heart out
you are not yet mine
and i am not yet yours
but when that day comes,
i want you to promise me
that we'll be more
than a calendar page.
i want you to promise me
that petty problems
won't mean the end of us,
that our temporary forever
will burn stronger
and slower
than any fire of ours
has ever before.
i'm new to this future
that i have the privilege
of enjoying
with you,
and i just want it to be
right
and undo all the wrong
that i've created before.
promise me that small things
cannot amount to anything big,
promise me our issues
will never amount to any
major problem.
just promise me
that you'll stay,
and i promise you
i'll be with you