311. Me Vs. Maradona Vs. Elvis-Brand New You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute. I almost feel sorry for what I’m going to do. And your hair smells of smoke. Who will cast the first stone? You can sin or spend the night all alone. Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold in the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone. You’re using all your looks that you’ve thrown from the start. If you let me have my way, I swear I’ll tear you apart.
I often wonder if you find yourself wandering about in your room,
Wide awake, insomniac, mind racing, thoughts spinning, 2 A.M,
Pacing back and forth to calm your jitters,
Your forehead creased with frustration, your jaw clenching and unclenching, fists by your side.
I can’t remember you much too well,
I’ve forgotten the shape of your nose and I can’t recall whether your cheeks were plastered in freckles or not,
I’ve forgotten the feel of your lips pressed against mine,
Do you still taste of peppermint?
You see, I stop and think about this time from time to time,
Wandering about in my room,
Wide awake, insomniac, mind racing, thoughts spinning, 2 A.M.
Do you remember me at all?
Do you remember my voice or my laugh?
Do you remember the way I would stumble and fall and how words would fail me every time I walked up to your door?
I don’t think you do.
But it’s 2 A.M and I’m wide awake, a pen in my hand,
Writing down everything I can’t help but miss about you,
And time is pushing me further and further away,
The distance beckoning to be heard,
But you are long gone in a separate direction,
And I’m still trying to find a way to cope with your departure.
and though we tried to walk alongside each other
we had to separate
and now we are too far
to embrace and hug
we are too far
to love each other again
we are too far
to run back to each other
because we just grew apart.
when i was 14 my teacher made fun of my pimples in front of the whole class and my best friend was furious so whenever she saw the teacher she’s like “OH YOU GET NEW CRINKLES TODAY” “DID YOU LOSE WEIGHT COS APPARENTLY YOU DIDN’T” “HEY MA’AM IS THAT YOUR BUTT OR IS THAT YOUR BELLY THEY LOOK THE SAME” she got detention almost everyday even i told her to stop she still did it anyway if you dont know what golden friendship is this is
“Do not be the first
to break her heart.
Treat her mother
the way you would want her
to be treated.
She will learn to
kiss the seeds you sow
for the stars you burn.
Keep yourself gentle,
do not teach her to search for
broken men with calloused hands.
You will be her first love.
Do not be the first
to break her heart.”—Michelle K., Fathers. (via michellekpoems)
"The girl that I want to save is like a danger to my health. Try being with somebody that want to be somebody else. I always thought she was perfect when she was being herself. Don’t even know how to help.”
“There are mornings when I manage to make it through my first cup of coffee before I think of you. And then there are others, when I wake up, breathless, from a dream I thought was real for a moment of infinity, and I swear, I can feel my skin tingling from your fingertips; but my bed, my bed is empty. And there are days when only moments make me miss you, only the almost-perfect minutes. And then there are those days when you are in everything, in every-single-thing I write, or read, in every thought I think, days when you are as permanent as my heartbeat. And evenings, the goddamned evenings. Sometimes I fall asleep before my mind gets a chance to wander. And other times, it’s 4am and I’m still awake, going over the details in my head, replaying memories like a bad movie. It used to be black and white, but now, now it’s all shades of gray - we both made too many mistakes and it’s no longer silent, no, now there are voices pointing out the errors of our ways. And I try to stay awake, because I’d rather listen to them than dream of you, because the dreams always end the same way - I reach for your hand and my hand glides through the empty bed. And my fingertips tingle.”—m.v., Your days. (via findingwordsforthoughts)
Of course heartbreak is lonely, but not the way we miss our old love, something different. How I spend months thinking through everything and when a friend asks me about it, I can’t seem to get the words right. No, I’m not mad at him. No, I’m furious. No, I’m hurt - which sounds so wounded…
“the last time I left your house, I felt like I was leaving something behind. then I realised that that something was my happiness and my heart and the one person I only ever truly loved”—me, as I drove home that day (via iloveyou-myperfectprince)
I don’t understand how people can just jump into relationships. I was talking to this girl for months and finally met her and she told me she really liked me and it was cool. I didn’t know how I felt about her but as soon as I stopped texting her everyday, she’s all of sudden in a relationship with some girl. It just doesn’t make sense. I feel that people don’t want to be alone and go out to search for someone that will put up with them rather than trying to find the best person possible. This is probably why I am going to be single forever because I don’t ever want to settle on someone. I’d rather than invest my effort on my self and bettering my own life because exhausting your energy on someone did not turn out too well for me last time and I do not want to make that mistake again.