it's sort of like-
how i felt my stomach shake and
my heart blushed at thoughts of words in
pink ink and
i was going to say something to make you
look at me,
to really look at me
and maybe i wouldn't look like i was the little girl i
used to babysit;
maybe i would look like a heart or you would see the
outline of my bra and maybe i wouldn't
feel like an infant with an old soul in your too-tall world;
how i can never answer a question
too close to my
heart or
arm or
leg or
me, because i don't like being touched and
will shy away from the proximity,
shrug some space into our bodies;
how i think about it
forever after,
half-hoping you didn't remember
what you asked,
half-hoping you will ask me
again and i can answer you with words instead
of overzealous nerves and
accidental lies;
how i want to write you something beautiful,
i want to write about you and
put a whole person in a few haphazard words,
put you in my pocket and carry you with me because
i hate being alone and i would hate for you to be alone and
i can't stop worrying unless you are close though
i can't stand to be touched and
i want to make an exception for you
because you, yourself are an exception.
Report a Policy Violation
winter pictures 
the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
Follow us on Twitter
Become a fan on Facebook
Comments
The first stanza is my favorite, I think
--
it was a bad day. the sun exploded;
the earth roiled and tore entire cities asunder;
the bus in front of my car crashed violently and everyone died;
i ran out of green tea.
~ ohsostarryeyed
--
i make them good girls go bad !
everything flows so wonderfully, like water down a drain or (in a more optimistic simile) like silk sliding across skin.
how i want to write you something beautiful,
i want to write about you and
put a whole person in a few haphazard words,
put you in my pocket and carry you with me because
i hate being alone and i would hate for you to be alone
that so beautifully hit home that i had to smile like an idiot. xD
--
i'm outdated, overrated
morning seems so far away.
so i'll sing a melody
your lullaby for all the times
hoping that my voice can get it right.
look at me,
to really look at me
and maybe i wouldn't look like i was the little girl i
used to babysit;"
lovely
--
------
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light"
-Dylan Thomas
Gallery: [link]
--
'I caught Evil Mark licking his stapler.'
(and so is the rest of it, but, last stanza = superlove. XD <3)
"another piece of absolute shit, haha."
butwhy?D=
--
love, and life, and chocolate (but not dark), and orange, and green, and indigo, and heartbreak, and flying, and dreams, and muffins, and ducks, and living in a fantasy.
---
Vote Earth! =]
Lol, perhaps it's my ex's subconscious. The first stanza is about dead on.
`n
--
i'm a million different people from one day to the next.
i want to write about you and
put a whole person in a few haphazard words,
put you in my pocket and carry you with me because
i hate being alone and i would hate for you to be alone and
i can't stop worrying unless you are close though
i can't stand to be touched and
i want to make an exception for you
because you, yourself are an exception." Um. Can you read my thoughts? Or, rather, my heart? Because if I could write this well, this is totally what I would say to him.
--
so, tell me, darling, do you wish we'd fall in love? [all the time, all the time.]---the saltwater room; owl city
--
They don't know nothing about redemption.
They don't know nothing about recovery.
Previous Page12345...Next Page