And yet, you kept going.
- a reminder; e.d. (via whenpoetsbleed)(via tattooedarm-deactivated20180130)
You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off?
You’ve kissed her lips, and you’ve climbed inside her. Somehow you think that’s enough to know and love someone.
Tell me about her nightmares? The ones that have her twitching next to you as you snore on, oblivious.
Look down at your unblemished hands and tell me how many times you’ve cut yourself on the pieces of her broken heart.
Tell me why she paints,
Why she writes,
Why she takes long baths.
Tell me about her life, her childhood.
Tell me about the first man who broke her heart.
Tell me about her father and her brother.
Tell me about her demons, and her fears.
Tell me about her insecurities and the conversations she has with herself.
Tell me about everything she wants from life.
Tell me all the tiny little things she’s wished upon a star for.
Tell me why her favorite city is her favorite city.
Tell me why she flinches, ever so slightly, when you call her beautiful.
Tell me all the little things you hate about her, and I’ll tell you why I love them.
Tell me about her darkness, and I’ll tell you about her light.
No my friend, you may have seen her body, but you have still yet to see her naked.
(Source: wnq-writers.com, via emilyslagoon)
But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
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From a Lonely Heart
I think it’s safe to say we all want someone. Maybe at this point in your life you’re not looking for the love of your life. but you’re still looking for that someone. Someone who will fall asleep with you at night. Someone who will wake up on a lazy sunday morning with and discuss which breakfast taco joint you will explore next today. Someone who will stay up with you until 5 in the morning discussing your craziest dreams, your darkest fears, and every insignificant detail in your life, yet somehow they care. They care about what you had for lunch. They care about your stupid gym goals and progress. They care about your family, your worries, your work. They care. They want to know. They want to be a part of your life.
I want someone. Someone who becomes my best friend. Someone who makes me feel safe. Someone who wraps their arms around me and I can feel their heart beat against my chest. Someone, so that in the middle of the night, I can reach my hand into theirs and know that I’m not alone in this world.