Anonymous said: What do you look like?
You tell me.
Like a cutie patootie.
sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day
sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)
sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes I hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it
sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be"
"If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry."
I scrolled past this at first and then I thought about it and I realized what it means
what does it mean?
It means do you need someone for the sake of not feeling alone and or sad or do you want me because you actually love me, not solely on comfort and fear but you actually want me.
I can’t handle this house. The walls are caving in with uncertainty. The halls echo with slamming doors. Broken glass from memories dig into my skin with every step I take. There’s a distinct heaviness in the air that fills my lungs and is suffocating me. I need to get out but the walls are a maze, trapping me, seemingly hopeless I wander aimlessly trying to convince myself this is home.