poetei

You know,
You know I don’t believe in soulmates
And forevers,
But what if,
Once upon a time,
At the age of dinosaurs,
We were atoms in the same molecule?
And what if,
Bit by bit
We got separated,
And now we spend each of our lives
Wandering the planet
Trying to find
That other half.
And it’s not about forever,
It’s just about a moment of wholeness,
Where everything fits,
When life isn’t scary
And there are no sharp edges.
And maybe in the next life
We’ll wander a little bit less,
And be whole for a little bit more.
—  m.v., The first time I kissed you, your lips felt like home. 

“I think people who can truly live a life in music are telling the world, “You can have my love, you can have my smiles. Forget the bad parts, you don’t need them. Just take the music, the goodness, because it’s the very best, and it’s the part I give.”

George Harrison

I have gunshots in my skeleton and an ego as
bruised to match. Some nights I whisper to the
moon, ‘how can I mend myself?’ She answers with, 'you’ll figure it out in due time,
little girl’, and I am stuck asking the stars if I
am beautiful. I am lost in translation with the
constellations and I have never been happier
to be unknown to others, and even to myself.
—  i’ve no energy left to self-discover // Haley Hendrick
And perhaps one day you will love me and the timing will be right for you. But I won’t wait for that day. I will continue my life and get over my heartbreak. I will love again and I will survive. One day you may come to me the same way I came to you and I will turn you down the same way you did me. Or maybe I won’t. But one thing I do know is that I’ll be happy with whatever I decide.
—  @radicaldamsel
You said I could call you if I was ever upset
But I don’t think you get I spend more nights of the week wishing I was dead than actually sleeping
And you’ve got work and life and are already stressed
And I can’t keep.doing this
—  I’m sorry, but I won’t be texting you tonight
I wish I could tell you how I feel when you sigh my name into my mouth over and over, like my name is your saving grace. All I want is nothing more than to be in your arms at night and wake up by your side and smile at your face whenever I think “I love you” (which is every time my eyes are held in yours). I want to travel the world with you and gaze at the stars at night. I want to drown in your eyes and run my hands through your hair when our lips meet. I want to have a life with you and sing to you. I found the one who makes me feel like I am enough and all this distance is a goddamn test we will pass through. I want to be in your arms in this summer rain so badly that I swore I have smelled your scent on everything I own. I’m going insane without you here; you’re just a book on the top shelf that I’m always hoping will end up in my arms. I love you and nothing will tear us apart.
—  out of reach. // {a.d.a}
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• the weeknd
• poetry
• pretty lyrics
• just general soft grunge aesthetic is that even a thing ??
• pop punk

I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love, my heart doesn’t feel that anymore, my hands don’t crave a person but a concept that it can’t grasp.

I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love but I remember that it consumed me and I didn’t think that feeling would ever leave, but now that spot is like a hole in my chest and nothing I find can fix it.

I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love, where every ounce of my capacity was someone else and every ounce of them was me, love is over rated but it’s everything.

I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love, but vodka warms me up more than another person could so now I’m back to drinking to forget but this time it’s to forget how I can’t feel instead of that I can.

I don’t remember what it’s like to love but I still crave it so much and I daydream about how nice it would be if I could just feel it.

—  I remember writing about how you possessed every ounce of me but I can’t write like that anymore
My mom and and I got in a fight about you today
And honestly it’s got very little to do with you
Well it’s got part to do with you
Because she doesnt trust guys that age
And I don’t blame her
Because she looks at her little girl
And sees parts of who she was when she was my age
And we fought while she worries about a careless boy breaking my heart
Just like my father did
And she remembers having unscarred wrists and heart
And loving him
And she sees that optimism.in my eyes
I don’t blame her for being scared
She was my age when she found she was gonna have a baby
And she was so scared
And I know she never wants that for me
She doesn’t want me to run off with some boy and fall into the arms of a trap
So yeah
We fought today
But honestly
It really wasn’t about you