following back tons!
Me: oh yeah I can work on two stories at once that’s no big deal
Also me: *has an entire folder called Unfinished Stories that currently has 11 WIPs sitting in it*
Me: nah this is fine
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Si no me importaras
no te amará como yo te amo
Pensaba que ibas hacer diferente a el, que en verdad me amarías y me no me dejarías
Pero lo que pasó entre tú y yo fue una confusión, yo te amaba y tú me amabas pero no estabas seguro por qué la tienes a ella
Me mientes en vez de decirme la verdad, y yo no lo entiendo
Solamente preferies erirme
If I did not care about you
I wouldn’t love you the way I love you
I thought that you were going to be different from him, that you would truly love me and never leave me
But what happened between you and I was a confusion, I loved you and you loved me but you still had her
You lie to me instead of telling me the truth, and I don’t get it
You only prefer to hurt me
“He reached down from on high and took hold of me; He drew me out of deep waters.”
— Psalm 18:16 (via absolutelyinlovewithjesus)
Poem for Me to You
I turn and look
You are not there
I turn and see
You never were
I turn and wish
But you never came
I turn and wonder
What was missing?
I turn and know
Your love for me.
I’m excited to wear lipstick again. Do you think the mascara running down my face will distract from how uneven it is? You bought me a star and left me two moons, but what’re they worth if you’ve fallen off the face of the earth? I’ll have to clutch my neck and close my eyes when I’m feeling lucky, because I was too sick to blow out my birthday candles. I’ll wish for you to come home soon; for your touch to seep through my skin and make my blood sing like when water fills the breaks in ice and makes it crackle. I’ll wish for two tickets; we’ll set sail for Mars in May (just in time for your birthday). I’ll wish I could write to you in French because you deserve cursive words. Je veux te baiser.
Letters to the Middle East
“i didn’t know that i could break like glass i thought that i was stronger than that but here i am a pile of ashes next to your pack of blackened matches.”
— burn me once shame on you. burn me twice and again and again and again i still don’t learn
k.l.a (via wordsbykristen)
me: i hate drama im gonna stay out of it :/
someone: guess what happened
me: WHAT HAPPENED BITCH 👀🕵👂🏻📝☕️
stranger
i was cherry picking dreams
w/ a gun between my eyes
when you watched me through love-less
sorrow,
your breath was hesitate
& full of lies
you left me to fade into a
stranger.
my father has television eyes
he told me drunken stories of
shock therapy
&
violent men
behind bloodshot
eyes
his tainted breath against my face
and blood-stained hands,
vowed to be a better man
only-
my father never acknowledged,
the same violence
ran through his
veins.
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