i’d have swept the hair out of your eyes if i could have been sure you’d have wanted that, i’d have tried to kiss you mid-sentence if i could have been sure you’d have wanted that, i’d love them for you if you asked me to
he’s on her mind you can see every time she breathes out when it’s cold it mists up with tiny visions of him in the future doing the dishes on a sunday morning
“it felt like putting pen to paper hiding under your covers in this house" he’s wearing my best paint splattered blouse, and i want to look past him, see what the new people have done with the front yard, but i feel like it’s first year sitting nervously in a room full of new people and i just want to kiss him to hide the fact i don’t care about the past anymore, i don’t want to pretend to care about anything but him, this isn’t high school.
she’s getting up for work and she’s got this little way of grading days on a scale of 1-10 so the other day when she spilt coffee down the mans shirt that was a 2 she says todays going to be a 10 and i have faith in her ability to make the world be a 10
couldn't help but push past to keep staring at that spot, i didn't see us this time, but i figure maybe if i could just keep trying then maybe i could
the enemy of romance is probably reaching over and waking someone up at 3a.m. because you need your glasses to scribble this poem
have you tried yoga? have you tried deep breathing? have you tried submerging your head underwater and just screaming for half an hour every day? have you tried being less harsh on yourself? have you tried rice milk? it's meant to have loads of super vitamins that are good for your mood. have you tried every time you feel anxious just running in place until the feeling stops?