a bad habit you should stop: staring at your reflection begging for something beautiful to happen

dizzy, a little drunk, and really sleepy but still can’t take my eyes off of you

i don’t know who i saw in the mirror today but i think at some point in my life i really loved her

forever can start whenever as long as you want it to

i don’t miss a lot of things but i get pretty sad knowing we can’t lie down and laugh together for a little while

i see the way the flowers reach to hug the sun and it makes me wonder how many different versions of us there are out there

sometimes you need to feel loved to feel something else

i hope your heart feels safe one day

my heart hurts- I think I will write again.

i want to write a letter to every heart i have ever hurt but i am afraid that the one to yours will make me ache worst of them all

apogizing late at night because we are too dizzy we are too empty the breaths in between “I’m sorry” sound like a small bird’s chirps i really hate that fucking noise

my tweets are not for you they are merely the sound of my fingers begging the keyboard for a second honeymoon

pov: you are in the museum of bad art all you see is me and all the times you tried so hard to convince yourself to give our love “another shot”

A fire breathing dragon whose had an extinguisher down their throat for much too long

i will always share a beer and a hug with you

i haven’t felt this safe in my body in a long time- June is coming & it makes me want to write again.

i heard a voice inside of me & she told me that i deserve to feel like myself again

“hello”, i whisper to my heart so that only she can hear “it’s nice to hear you again”

i write poetry but only in the language of synchronized exhales after we’ve had our millionth “hardest day of our lives”.

maybe her love for screaming her poetry is back or perhaps she simply doesn’t know how to make a humble appearance