I felt like the Universe was ripped open when we kissed.
Your eyes were black holes, boring into me.
Unveiling parts I didn’t want to see.
And masking fears.
Shining always like stars.
I felt the cosmos when we touched.
I understood time when we were together.
Space is an empty vacuum.
Devoid of sound and light.
The Universe collapsed.
And was sewn back together.
I want to bold enough to write poems about your eyes.
I want to hold you while you sleep,
and watch for your last breath in peace.
I want to comfort you in nightmares,
and share with you my dreams.
I swear just let me
and I’ll kiss flowers into your neck,
and wrap in your body in vines.
Just let me and I’ll carry you to the clouds
I’ll build you a like of stars.
And Darling, I swear to you
I am bold enough to do all this
If only I count poetry about your eyes.
"Lonely’s a temporary condition, a cloud that blocks out the sun for a spell and then makes the sunshine seem even brighter after it travels along. Like when you’re far away from home and you miss the people you love and it seems like you’re never going to see them again. But you will, and you do, and then you’re not lonely anymore.
Lonesome’s a whole other thing. Incurable. Terminal. A hole in your heart you could drive a semi truck through. So big and so deep that no amount of money or whiskey or pussy or dope in the whole goddamn world can fill it up because you dug it yourself and you’re digging it still, one lie, one disappointment, one broken promise at a time."
Yep. Six Bowls was definitely enough. Fucking Christ weed is lovely.
If anyone is up for some sexy time, you should totally hit me up. like. now
I’m just confused
She makes my heart beat faster. Just seeing pictures of her puts a smile on my face. And she gives me butterflies. I don’t understand it.
I don’t think I’m gay. or pretty sure.
Bisexual? sure. but i haven’t felt this way about a girl since Nico. I thought she was just a special case. but i don’t know.
I just… I want to be a part of her life, but I don’t know how to make that a reality.
Fuck FuckFuck Fuck
I just wish I knew I wanted and who and why.
And I wish I had her around to help me figure that out.
Maybe, if you actually wanted to be with me, you would
And who the hell knows if that’s ever going to happen.
I should be in England right now.
Everything was better there.