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these tears dissipated into consistent fragile wind, forever filled with sunshine and melancholy, i whisper such wishes to the universe, in hopes, that she will hear me, my heart is calling, pleas, suffocating me, eviscerating all of my love, for sunflowers to smile, so you may live, to notice, me, for all of my apologies are tied to multicolored balloons, to wonder at the feel of my hands hovering above your heartbeat, to know, for you to know, time is standing still, my dear, hear me, at sunset, i am waiting, for you only, just you, love.

You told me once you would break my stars, tear them from the sky and devour them s l o w l y. I neglected to tell you they all had their own feelings and your bruises form my own constellation in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin. I am the milky way. And you, my sweet- You are nothing more than a dead star with a pretty name.

"I need a favour. You got a minute?" No. No I don't. My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often. My ears open to screams in the morning. My eyes close crying every night. My mind always turns dreams into nightmares. My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath. My worries far outweigh my years. My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired. My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain. My knees weaken often but I'm still standing. My mouth goes dry and I can't speak. My hands dampen because I have too much to think about. My bones feel weaker than they ever have before. But I don't think it

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" "You have." "Have I ever told you that you're amazing?" "Yes." "Have I ever told you that the weight of the world seems less crushing when you're around?" "Yes, but I don't know why." "Have I ever told you that I can breathe easier and sleep better when you're curled up with me in bed?" "Mhmm." "Have I ever told you that I hated cuddling until I met you?" "Yeah." "Have I ever told you that my hand fits perfectly in yours? That our hearts always seem to be beating in sync? That I've never made a point to spend every single day with someone other than you? That you are the puzzle piece that make

occasionally i numb myself because i am afraid i feel too much and that you feel nothing at all.

She was a brown-haired, brown-eyed monster. She lured people in. With what, she didn't know. Her looks? Her personality? It wasn't intentional. She never wanted people to let her close to them. She never wanted people to put their faith in her. Everyone fell under her spell. They trusted their deepest, darkest secrets upon her. They asked her advice, her companionship, her love. She gave what she could, helped as much as possible and hoped for the best. She tried to keep them at arm's length; to push their delicate hearts away before it got too far. But, invariably, it always got too far. She wouldn't ever be enough and she knew it. Her wo

I can't get you out of my head. You have this impeccable way of making the Earth stop spinning when I see your eyes, or your smile, or when our bodies touch for even the briefest of moments. We are only a few layers away from being naked and a mere few inches from our lips touching and a few broken words from never speaking to each other again. You are the reason why I am finding moving on so difficult – I don't want to go on without you. I want you by my side. I want to wake up in the morning next to you, or at least with your scent still on the sheets. I want to kiss your lips and suddenly feel what a real kiss is like. I want to cook

It's a powerful moment, when you realize you're in love. - The stars align in the strangest of ways. Like the way I look at you and the way you look at me, and the way the constellations look at us, and how everything seems to fall into place in the end. I remember seeing stars in your eyes that night on the dance floor, and how I thought that maybe someday this could be it; this could be you looking at me and me looking at you, doing nothing but holding each other and swaying to the music and falling in love. My head is spinning, but I'm not ill – I'm dizzy from the feeling of your arms around my waist and your breath close to mine;

i want to know that if i touch you, will my finger- prints fade, or will they just be covered by a thousand other lives.