i miss the nights
we counted
stars and grains of sand
as if the sun would
wait
for us; believing
we had forever
to listen to the ocean
echo our secrets
back against
the shore.
these pillows hold your place
like bookmarks between folded arms
so i never lose the spot
where we left off.
Wrap me in your
ivy and I will gladly
crumble; redbrick
rubble at your feet.
(Source: thesuperfluityofwords)
you are the love that weakens the knees aiding gravity in pulling me back down to earth even when my heart has ascended stars to reach you.
(Source: thesuperfluityofwords)
He says my name in that shy-lispy way that only a child can and smiles with the sincerity I wish I could still muster as my heart breaks with every second that passes dimming the wonder in his eyes at the world so big it makes his tiny hands seem smaller than my attempts to keep him laughing while the world burns around us.
these pillows hold your place
like bookmarks between folded arms
so i never lose the spot
where we left off.
I want to live in the quiet spaces
between the yellowed pages
of books whose words
have long since faded
but are forever imprinted
on the hearts of those
who have held them close.
you are the love that weakens the knees aiding gravity in pulling me back down to earth even when my heart has ascended stars to reach you.
words bite behind lips pinned shut, bursting those hastily made seams fashioned in hopes they would be enough to hold up this crumbled will like support beams reinforcing the rusted steel heart worn away by tides of salt tears and deserts of hourglass sand.
