It was out of love


Surely it’ll come back around


So my first attempt at poetry and it’s lame, sorry.

We do what we have to do and we get through it because there is no other option

"You are the crumpled up piece of paper filled with lost words that I just can’t seem to throw away
You are in every single thing that I have thought about today
You are beauty, you are desire
You are ice, and you are fire
I am stupid, and you are smart
I am colors, but you are art
You are 2 years of love crawling back to me at my weakest hour
You are a drizzling rain, but I am a shower
You are candles and windows and wind in my hair
You are gorgeous and thrilling stripped down to your underwear
I am desperate and weak and needy no longer
I am patient and happy and finally stronger
You are back roads and big hands and gorgeous dark eyes
You are persuasive and loving and wear a disguise
We were 16 and 17 and 18- I wish
But now we’re memories and photographs and everything to miss
You are wrong and you are right
You are dark and you are light
We are over
We are through
But I’m still me
And you’re still you"
What We Are -via (thisbrokenworld)

somethings gotta give


I always get offended when people go around me on the highway I’m sorry are we not going fast enough for you. Are you in a hurry. We’re all going to die anyway

"You’re still my person, even if I’m not yours."
Grey’s Anatomy (via connotativewords)