bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
A life led by shallow pleasures is not a life with a promise of forever much darker are the nights when you are busy coming down
By g.m.t 3 years ago in Poets
My moods are like rollercoasters a simple cliché. But I told you to prepare for this ride I told you “after this, you may not wanna take a look inside”.
I still have the hand written letters you wrote for a year while you wore that ankle bracelet. I still have the notes we passed to each other in classes.
I take daily walks outside just to remind myself the world is still there and it is bigger than you and I but- even in the clear crisp air
at first i was thrilled to have met you to have learned your name to have heard your voice to have watched your eyes and lips as you spoke
highest highs that lead to lower lows falling off the edge of the world is a synonym for your norm nothing surprises you anymore
taurus sun pisces moon contradictions that make up you elements, that if they collide make an earthy beach with water blue
I aim to be whole, by myself and I am. But I miss being held, I'm only a human. I have a terrible habit- I start to lose sleep.
I am an extremist, don't make me feel bad about that just run the opposite way as fast as you can I don't wanna become another story, in another book
Fate intervenes i see you only in my dreams is this my destiny chasing something illusory i began to doubt my senses and those empty promises