there are days where i can dream,
where your ghost doesn’t come back to haunt me,
days where i can find my own type of love and peace within myself,
and almost every sharp, broken piece of you has faded away with time.
those are the days i live for.
those are the days i can finally breathe.
- to all the toxic people i’ve endured
a.r.
“You aren't even mine, but I still love you like you are.”
A.M. {unrequitedly}
“I have fallen in love too fast for this to be anything but fate.”
A.M. {as always}
i want to feel the tingles of electricity shoot up my arm when you touch my hand; a simple act, that holds so much meaning. i want to feel the flutter my heart makes in its cage, as my name rolls off your tongue; the way you make it sound as if it’s the most beautiful word. i want my head to spin as the world around us begins to fade away, the moment your lips gently press onto mine; each passionate kiss carved into my memory. i want the love that causes a shiver throughout my body at the mere thought of you; the one that will soon make me fall apart without you. but, here i am, sitting alone in a crowded room, wondering if i’ll ever experience a type of love as ultimately consuming as that.
A.R. {the type you read about in novels}
little did he know he had captured the heart of a girl who fell for the words he was writing to someone else
- oh heart, why this one
a.r.
I’d love nothing more than to hold your heart in my hands, to finally have something good in my life. But I can’t. For I’m too afraid that with one touch, your light will disappear and you’ll fade away; Because I’ve learned that everything I love always leaves me broken, in the dark.
A.R.
“i'm growing real tired of pretending i'm not in love with you.”
A.M. {can you see me?}
i tore myself apart, trying to give you the whole world. and when i returned - bloodied, exhausted and proud - somehow, for you it still wasn't enough.
-a.m. {will i ever be?}
“how do you expect me to remember how to breathe when you’re looking at me like that?”
- A.M. {you}
let’s hide under the covers of stolen glances and goofy faces,
the uncontrollable laughter and obvious admiration,
while we endlessly argue the fact that we are not in love
- to my ‘almost’
a.r.
“I will never fall in love with him,” my mind vows.
And then my heart murmured, “My dear, when will you realize you already have?”
A.M. {you can’t fool your own heart}