You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.
The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb
I stared into her empty eyes, reflecting nothing but a callousness that turned her irises a dead shade of beige. They way she looked at me, I could have sworn she’d left her soul back on Eriana Kwai. There was no human left in this girl.
to tell you a story.
a boy. He
sleeps on the other side
of this wall. He makes
a mean omelette.
You like it
you tell him as much.
You’ve never met him.
I say that
actually saw him
and not a boy with
a girl’s face,
and ‘meet’ sounds
for what happened.
‘meet’ sounds like
you didn’t split
bruising his jaw
when you did
actually see him.
as long as we’re breathing (we’re screaming) // bluestruckholly
Take a deep breath.
Listen to the sound of your own heartbeat and just for now, stop worrying.
Stop overthinking those next weeks, the next exams at university or this thing which means a lot to you.
None of them will have the power to destroy you or make you fall.
Think of the last time you were proud of yourself.
Not your parents or your friends but YOU.
The last time it felt as if your heart would burst because of all the joy inside, think of the last night where you reached your bed lightheaded and fell asleep with a smile on your face and warmth in your stomach.
Behold this moment, this glorious feeling of appreciation your own deeds and acknowledged the effort you make each and every day.
You’re worth it.