Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
one day your gonna see a cute boy and he’s gonna become your boyfriend or husband he won’t just be another cute boy added to the list of guys that ignored you
September 9, 2013
I saw him today, not him though; just the markings of the boy I once loved. We were dust chasing in the wind, or was it just I? The speckles of the memories we once cherished flew straight from my heart, down to the cold earth we were standing and buried themselves, alive and forgotten. And I, in my best smile,tried holding back the tears that was once wiped by those warm hands.Those little stolen kisses now whispered pain in my ear. And the smell of my love now drowns my heart with sorrow.
I write this not for him, nor for me but for the words that deserves freedom from the aching walls of my heart.
Did I really love him? Or just the markings of him?
No words from our lips,
Just the melodious hum to our favorite pop punk songs.
I want to melt your skin with my fingertips and press them against all the bruises in your bones.
Tell me where it hurts,
We need to break a few things so that they’ll set right again.
Laying side by side in your front lawn,
I want to hear your secrets escape discretely from your throat.
Our breath is the cold smoke of our past,
Ghosts in the corners of our lungs.
I wonder if you’re afraid of the dark.
Sometimes I am but I know that if your body is next to mine
Then I’ll be fine.
Let’s spend a late night next to the train tracks,
Waiting for the whistle of a getaway and imagining all the different places we could go.
Your summer skin is warm against mine,
I don’t remember the last time I wasn’t cold.
I want to leave little kisses here and there to let you know I won’t disappear.
Let’s spend a late night in your bedroom,
Laughing quietly so we don’t wake up your parents,
Our favorite Florence and The Machine record playing softly in the background.
Until now, I’ve never been home.