He will tell you how beautiful you are, and how he loves the way your lips just beg to be kissed when you aren’t even wearing lipstick. He will remember the story of your childhood you told him at 3AM months ago. He will make promises, and never break them. He will text you back in the middle of the night, because he’s home, and not out getting drunk. He will sacrifice his happiness for yours, and he will treat you how you finally deserve to be treated.
But you won’t accept it, you will continue to question his honesty, you will wonder why it took him an hour longer to reply, you will never expect the good out of a promise. You have been so use to receiving one word responses, and pointless phone conversation, so you don’t really know how to take this. When you two go out, you watch his eyes, not only because they are beautiful, but to make sure they don’t wander to the girl’s walking around.
You will be so fucked up by the past you won’t even be able to enjoy the present, so I’m telling you, don’t let it mess with your happiness. Don’t let the jerk that broke your heart break it again without even being in your life. Because when this guy tells you he loves you, he means it, because every beat in his heart says your name, every breath he breathes, he’s soaking you in. He just wants you, and you want him too. So don’t fuck it up, please don’t.
please don’t..(via zu—kurze—jugend)
AnonymousI am taking this theater class and we've been assigned to read anything out loud to the class and I was wondering if it would be okay if I read one of your poems...?
Yeah for sure, as long as I get credit of course! I think that’s awesome, I’d love to know which one you choose! :)
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AnonymousYour poetry is just... Incredible. I read it everyday and it honestly keeps me going. There's moments in my life where I just need something to read to get me through it, and my first thought is to go to your blog. So, thank you and good luck with what your future brings you (:
Wow this means so much to me, I’ve been having a bad day and this made it a little better. Thanks lovely. xo
“Your pretty little poetry won’t change a thing.” He said, “I will never love you again.”
Too bad he took a shot and missed because I didn’t write for him, I never wrote for him. I wrote about what he made me feel, not about him. I didn’t truly love him anyway, how could I love someone who never took my words seriously, and someone who told me, “you can’t make a career out of poetry.” Someone who laughed when I called myself a poet, a writer, when I said I bled ink, he rolled his eyes and smirked. The man that I wrote about was the man I only saw in my dreams, he would visit me at night, and it’s a funny thing, I think that’s why I like sleep so much. The only way I could make him come alive was through words and paper. I think that’s where he got confused, he mistook my creative side for something else, he thought HE was him. God, no, at least, I don’t think so. Well, I think I was writing about who I wished he was.