somewhere there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyesthere are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poemsomewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were
What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.
I’ll have whatever he’s having.
I was the kind of child who always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explorations.
Listen,
if you’re going to leave, that’s fine.
and I know you promised you wouldn’t
seven months ago while I was crying
into your neck but I also know that
sometimes it rains even when it’s not
supposed to and sometimes boys
kiss girls they shouldn’t and we tear
flowers out of the ground just to watch
them die and things change,
so I understand if you’re done,
but please, when you’re packing all your
old sweaters and books, don’t forget
to take all your three AM phone calls,
and photographs where we’re smiling
so wide it looks like we’ve never known
that feeling in the pit of your stomach
when someone screams “I don’t love you
anymore.”
Take back every kiss, every night you
fell asleep next to me, every poem I
wrote you, every song you sang to
me, every “I love you more fight,”
every shock I felt in my skin when
you brushed against me.
I was never scared of ghosts until you
left but now I see you everywhere and
god if you’re going to kill me please
just do it quickly because I see you
in everything and it’s making it hard
to breathe
Boys cry
Cigarettes do kill,
parents lie,
boats sink,
flowers die,
Life goes on,
with or without you.
Just think of this: In 5 years, he’ll be walking out of his office towards the parking lot and pass by a flower stand. He stops as if there’s nothing else in the world he’s supposed to do and gets you a bouquet of bubblegum pink tulips because he knows they’ve been your favorite since you were little. He gets in the car and puts the flowers on the passenger’s seat where there’s still a stain from when you spilled your caramel latte all over it on your first date. He smiles when he sees it, remembering the way you two laughed for hours about it, with your grin wide and sprinkled with dashes of the sunlight that was blazing through the windshield on that unreasonably warm Thursday afternoon. He’ll look up and see your picture taped above the visor; the one he took of you dancing in his room to that old Beatles song the day he told you he loved you for the first time. And he’ll put the key in the ignition and play that same song on his drive home to you. All of it, everything he does, everything he is, will be for you. Imagine that.
- When you first saw me, you looked at my body’s outline instead of my freckles.
- When the sadness seeped out of my eyes, you had to look away.
- When I tried to touch your heart, you tried to touch my breasts.
- When I told you I was sad, you changed the subject.
all you did was set fire to my skin // why didn’t you try to plant flowers in my mind (via exxtinction)
fuck
(via elcespeo)Magic, indeed, is all around us, in stones, flowers, stars, the dawn wind and the sunset cloud; all we need is the ability to see and understand
bbbbeagle
books-n-quotes
“First admit that you are unhappy. Then admit why. Then understand you need to let go. Allow yourself a moment. Breathe in the moment deeply. Then the healing will begin.”
— Nikita Gill, How to Start Healing (via books-n-quotes)
