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perenniali. if i had better recollection i would remember sticky summer skin against my fingertips and hipbones; your smile was never so large as when we caught fireflies and fell asleep intertwined beneath all the stars of the milky way skyperennial
ii. there were times in autumn that you took my hands and shared your gloves before sharing a kiss; we stumbled through fallen leaves and all the things we could not say with lingering gazes and smiles over backyard bonfires
iii. i lost the winter moments when you stole my breath in visible gasps and pressed your lips agai
by =SocraticSynapses
intruderi. you have broken me into one thousand and twenty-eight incongruent pieces; three years have passed and i am still stepping on stray shards of my soul and watching the heels of my feet bleed every time i walk through a dark roomintruder
ii. the words you spoke and the things you moaned into my ear have wrapped themselves around my heart as intricately and stiflingly as the words i carved harsh and poignant into my skin with a thumbtack in the front row of english class
iii. rage brought you through my bloodstream and into my aorta but my heart is too
by =SocraticSynapses
romance and IOUsLast night I couldn’t sleep so I stayed up making a chart of what you deserve and what I can give you and where we overlap. Maybe I won’t be everything you have ever dreamed of, but the numbers and figures and words between the lines show that I’m trying. Let’s lick our lips and see if that helps them fit together.romance and IOUs
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You deserve the perfume of flowers.
You were meant to have more than roses; you are destined for jonquils and lilacs and daisies on all the right occasions. Your presence deserves a tulip just because it makes hearts pound, and nightshade because the air is beginning
by =SocraticSynapses
irresolute heartsi. now you have not broken my heart yet but you are bending it more than i am used to; it is creased where you folded its edges to fit comfortably in your pocketirresolute hearts
ii. and you have not stolen my breath yet but i can feel stardust catch in my bronchial tubes; we can meet at the lips and you can breathe deep the butterflies
iii. the words in my mind are not misplaced yet
but you are starting to disorganize them; i am forgetting that it is politically incorrect to tell you that i miss you, you are amazing
iv. y
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our sleeping patterns collide.i wake up tired. i wake up tired and it's afternoon again.our sleeping patterns collide.
i wake up tired and i am alone.
it's like every night i fall asleep with you on my mind. and i quickly sort through my thoughts leaving the prettiest ones on top so i can try them on in the morning. so everyday, i wake up and try on being in love with you. except every morning, it's three inches too big or a centimeter and a half too small or it's brushing my kneecaps like it's too long. but i wear it anyways, since i'm used to being a shade left of ordinary or two steps past crazy. i'm used to wearing love and i'm used to you.
i'm used to fallin
by ~paperheartsyndrome
the boy with a raven souldear boy,the boy with a raven soul
every night i lie awake and think about you. i can’t sleep, i toss and turn and think about your lovely blond hair and your perfect blue eyes
you are gorgeous.
there are ravens in your soul but your heart is pure and beautiful. your eyes are pained but your scars are just memories.
you are hiding from your past i know you hurt and i hurt just as much.
dear creeper,
stop writing me these mother fucking letters.
by ~dead-neon-light
wishes are a lot like regrets.i say a lot of things that maybe i don’t mean so while we were sleeping in glass covered streets. i was talking about being a lot like twenty four hours that are disappearing. like i could make something pretty or poetic out of the fact that i’m a complete waste of your time.wishes are a lot like regrets.
we were leaning against the curb trying not to cut our skin on the sharp pieces of our shattered reality as i said that we can’t age backwards and this is as young as we’re going to get and that you should just pretend i never happened. pretend i don’t exist because i can’t say what i should to you. i can’t say the words to
by ~paperheartsyndrome
it's raining in our hearts.four months ago, the weather was warm but the sky was dark except for little glowing drops of light that sliced through the darkness and pounded on your cracked windshield. the wipers were screaming back and forth cutting the comfortable silence we sunk into. your knuckles were white on the steering wheel as if the bones were begging to get out and i swear, i could hear your heart beating from my seat eighteen inches away. your eyes kept straying from the road to my face as i stared decidedly out the window watching the storm build and calm in the reflection of my eyes as the sky poured color infused water droplets on us. i wantedit's raining in our hearts.
by ~paperheartsyndrome
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day one i love how the first line is so random that it catches the reader's attention and makes us desperate to know more. further...
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- Favourite style of art: abstract and romantic
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raphael does photography, too!
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raphael does photography, too!
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