Poems, Plots, & Random Thoughts

lomigoods:

I’m sixteen again
when you say name
And my skin still crawls
when our knees knock
underneath the table
And the look in my eyes
is the same one you saw
on the first night you held me
only intensified tenfold
These are the things
that make me think forever
or at least for now
or even just for five minutes
to know the way our skin feels
when there’s nothing in between us when the miles have finally erased themselves
and left us to
ourselves
And the past will realize
how foolish he was
And how much more foolish
the future will be
And the present embraces that same foolishness
And when the sun creeps up
anxious to show his face
because he knows our time will be done
We will smile by the moon and remember once what was.

hunnyfucks:

I can anticipate the setting of the sun,

impending doom,

lurking darkness, 

making the sweet moments sweeter,

though they end with a bitter afterthought.

My heart’s been stretched enough already

bound to the north, but now 

the east and south and west.

To miss one is unbearable,

to miss many is impossible,

so much so that heart of your mind will 

decide for you who you get to keep

and the rest will fall away

and a sadness will accumulate as a result of not being 

sad, that you can’t remember

where exactly they said they were going.

And when they find their way back to the place you once both knew

it won’t be there anymore

cause home’s not where you grew tall.

(Source: lomigoods, via lomigoods)

I think I finally understand
You
And why you stood
With paper death
At the door of your lips
Like you didn’t care
If it took
You

Till death to us part

or till your heart’s not in it?

And once your heart has turned to stone

you’re halfway dead already.

So what’s the point

of holding on

anyways?

positivenergy:

someone once told me

to tell all my secrets into a seashell

and then throw it into the ocean.

so that I would feel relieved

and so that the only thing that would know me

is the sea.