Latest Posts by bleedingoverpages - Page 5

"I have a butterfly for a heart, it bumbles and flutters.. flying like a little lover of stars. It lands on your finger, in your chest, and it lingers a little longer on your vest.. it flies to the heavens and back with wishes on it's little back, and then.. well, then it feeds off of the pollen of your smile as a snack. And then it mates with your soul to sedate the moons glow, saying let the love flow.."

If I had a butterfly for a heart, I wouldn't mind if it was in your stomach - eUë

The feminine urge to watch Pride and Prejudice(2005) the movie, instead of reading the novel.

I often sleep to avoid my feelings

Because night time is my worst time

And 2am is getting dangerous.

I pretend to be scared to cross the road just to hold your hand

Oh, things I do to be near you.

She was your favorite person, just like you were mine 🥀

Enomoto Seifu-Jo, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese

I mistook your daggers as smiles

I wait for you at night, in the winter and when I am dead.

“Part of me wanted to have a conversation with you, but not before you told me that you were sorry, not before you begged for my forgiveness. But your apology never came, and I’m still waiting.”

— Paula Hawkins, Into the Water

I wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time

The feminine urge to love them with your whole heart even when you know it will never be reciprocated.

"I sense that I am slowly letting go. That I'm growing less in love with you every single day. I think that's the most difficult thing about losing someone you've loved, the way you feel never really dies all at once. All you can do is wait and watch it fade away one day at a time."

- Beau Taplin

Just awoken

From a three hour nap

Feeling wasted days

Drip away

Longing to keep wasting

Exhaustion taking

Over what’s left of

Late fall daylight

Lazing away

A chilly fall haze

Searching to remember

To be

In feeling

Waiting to want

To do

Anything

Even a pile of long over due

Doing nothing

As I sit

In my bed

Under warm heavy blankets

Warming cold hands

With thoughts

Of dreaming

Away the rest of my day

I make time to write

To settle my mind

Perhaps it needs startled

Out of looping time

My days have doubled

With a three hour nap

I might never arise

Out of morning glazes

Under warm heavy blankets

I want to be craving

I reread our texts. I cry to the words that made me laugh.

I hold onto to my crumbling self, as it drifts apart in your memories.

It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

Word deceive me, as I drown in the depths of your moonlight eyes.

[text ID: tweet by rhiannon mcgavin that reads, “why wouldn’t i include the moon in all my poems? that’s my friend”]

One day my tears will grow flowers~

😩❤🥀

The desi urge to start wearing Anklets and make promise bracelets 🤍