Looking For: Somebody To Go On Long Walks With

“The night is for lovers, And the moon for poets.”

— a.y.

Temple of Asclepius (Aesculapius): Villa Borghese Gardens, Rome.

In the evening,I heard you listening to music,it was hollywood. Cool music and you enjoyed it without me. I was alone in the next room,and you enjoyed the music and smoking a cigarette.You looked happier and in PEACE.

I think, peace was missing in us.

So I decided to look up what songs are turning 10 this year and I'm very *dabs* old and upset

"I am, I thought, a tragedy".

To the night sky that distract me and keep me going through the darkest of nights:

In the dark of the night

with only the untethered moon and I awake

I look up at her in all her glory and wonder what she thinks of me

Does she think I am valiant or a coward to run away from myself?

She is all I can think about at night

I want to drink moonlight and feel her liquid electric love

I watch the moon grow piece by piece night after night

It goes through seven phases to be called full, whole

It makes me think I grow piece by piece as well

Unveiling myself with every passing night under Andromeda

I have to go through seven phases of life before becoming whole as well

Thinking is overrated

Why would you think about things and make yourself mournful?

I feel like a fugitive to my thoughts when I think because my thoughts are far too wide for my tiny empty head

Kiss my forehead and break me free from this rock like the Chained lady

The moonlight kisses my face

Her beauty intoxicates me and I'm bewitched

See the stars surrounding the moon making the sky twinkle?

They are the precious little things in life, your lights

I ask the moon how much longer I can hold on without crumbling

I think the number of stars in the sky is the answer

Count the starts with me while I trace constellations on your arm

So what do I do when the moon falls and the stars dissolve into nothing?

Do I live by the clouds and sunlight outlining them

Making the sky look like heaven in hiding

Or do I slip away with the moon as it disappears meeting the horizon at its end?

The night falls but she waits a little longer

I wonder if that's her way of reassuring me that she'll always be there behind the silver clouds watching

I open my heart everytime I see the moon shine in all her glory

My heart has been torn out and put back together just to get torn again

Yet I stand looking at the star laced sky waiting for it to be fixed or torn again

tear stitch tear stitch tear

It's put together when she's looking over me and gets torn when she's gone again but I will wait right there for her to come back

Forever and always, hers

As I get older the more I appreciate straight forward people. Like if you’re mad at me I will respect you if you tell me. I don’t understand adults that would rather stomp their feet and use passive aggressive behavior to communicate. Life does not have to be this difficult fam

home is the first grave

unknown // catherine lacey // chen chen // silas denver melvin // aloha from hell, richard kadrey // courtney love prays to oregon // unknown // st. lucy’s home for girl’s raised by wolves // x // taylor swift’s “my tears ricochet” // this post @ceemetery

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the only person that understands me is richard siken