deadvibes

I promise to love you:

at 6 am when you’re waking
to go to work, to school, or whatever
road life takes you on;
and when you didn’t sleep well,
your hair is a mess
and your eyes are sleepy.

at 8 am when we say goodbye
for the day and you’re rushing
out the door with a cup
of black coffee, after finishing
a morning cigarette
when your lips taste like
caffeine and nicotine.

at 3 pm when you’re exhausted
from the day and people have
worn you out and you feel like
sighing, crying, and falling asleep
and escaping in afternoon dreams.
I will kiss your forehead,
and wrap myself in your arms.

at 10 pm when you’re heading to bed,
even though you won’t sleep for hours
and you’ll flip through all the channels
tired of dismal newscasts and re-runs.
Especially when we become a human knot
wrapped up in sheets and kisses

at 3 am when loneliness and sadness
do not destroy you, but consume you
and when you weep without an explanation
I’ll kiss your lips, softly and
tell you you’re the absolute best.
When we talk about life
and why winter kills the flowers.

I will love you when you grow old,
I will love you even after that
I will love you if I’m no longer here
I will love you
I will love you
and I will love you.

–AKR

—  I promise to love you forever (for Louis) by Amanda Katherine Ricketson

Your mind is sick
it has a cold
or perhaps a winter flu
it needs some sleep
and a break
maybe a good long cry will do

it’s okay to stay inside
you can go ahead and rest
You don’t have to talk to anyone
(even me)
if you think that is what’s best

I will be here with you
even if you don’t feel okay
I will kiss your lips and smile,
I know the sorrow will go away

Darling your mind is sick
it needs a break
today is more than it can take
But don’t be scared
I’ll be right here
I will hold your hand
until the plague has left your brain

—  You just have a cold, by Amanda Katherine Ricketson

heyskyler asked:

Dear person I like,

Dear person I like (am in love with),

Hey, let me tell you something. You are my favorite human being on this planet, okay? I know sometimes you don’t really understand it, and you think you suck, but you know what, you have done a real good job at loving me, and making me feel like I am something special and someone important, so thank you for that.

I tell you all the time about how much you mean to me. In fact, I spend a lot of time trying to put my feelings into poetry but it is so hard to describe you with only 26 letters. You are so much more than words or figurative language, and I hope you never forget that. You are simultaneously the hardest and easiest person to write about.

But let me tell you something, your smile is handsome. I love your dimples, and I love the way you smiled at me that morning when we cuddled on your bed and the way you kissed my forehead and I loved when I met you and I touched your face and asked if you were real. You are hilarious, and I love the way you sing and everything about you. The only thing I wish is you could see yourself the way I saw you. 

But that’s okay if you don’t. Because I love you means through the bad and the good, when you are happy and when you feel like crawling in a hole. I really understand that sometimes you don’t want to talk to me or anybody, and sometimes you are upset for no reason and it is okay to cry. It doesn’t make you any less manly or any weaker. I will be there through it all, okay. I will be here to tell you that I love you and hold your hand until you can feel okay.

I love you with everything. I feel like if I am only good at loving you that is okay. I love you I love you I love you. You’re the poem I can never write, and the poem I never will, because you are so much more than that. I am so glad to call you mine, and I hope we stay like this forever. 

But if not, I hope above all else you are happy, because you deserve that.

louis just sent my brick phone “500 texts of love”

FUCK THAT

it was in like cardiac vibrate arrest for two minutes straight

DONT DO THAT TO ME EVER AGAIN