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parts of my soul in words

london weather

prompt: Grey skies, strong winds, warm kisses and missing you
Grey skies and strong winds,
im starting to think you’re all I can write about anymore because,
I’m here,
on the verge of tears and all I’m thinking about is how,
if you were here,
you’d call me baby and brush my tangled hair away from my eyes,
wrap your jacket around me, and give me a kiss thatll warm me like nothing else can,
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fanaa

she asked me about you “do you think you’ll fall for her”
“I don’t think so” I told her
my heart had been through enough
tired of feeling too much and hurting too much because distance
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lace & soft mornings

i roll over
the light blinding my fucking eyes rather than softly waking me up as it should
i mean
we see it in the movies right?
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eclipse

everyone likes comparing love to planets
and space
and the sky and the stars
so here’s one for us
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there are so many colours in her eyes

“i want to write” i whisper,
my voice heavy-
i haven’t written in a month.
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i cant breathe

I saw a peice of writing the other day,
it was along the lines of
“i love you so much i can’t breathe,
so forgive me for leaving,
i just want to breathe again”,

it reminded me of you.
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clawing sadness

sobs sit at the base of my throat
they’re clawing up my neck
I open my mouth and give them space to put up the show they’ve been waiting for but
the second I do they dissappear
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butterflies

she stares as if I am the most beautiful thing the universe could come up with, but I don’t think she understands,
her smile gives me butterflies and, everytime I see her
all I want to do is give her every stupid part of me
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i cant write magic

there are some people you just can’t write about
not because you don’t love them or want to give them a peice of your soul to hold and understand,
it’s because you’re fucking scared.
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