She will cry. She will cry over you like there is no tomorrow, until her throat is raw and her hair a mess. Her screams will echo through the walls and there will be nothing beautiful about it.
She will tear out the pages of her diary that she dedicated to you and swear your name will never again appear on the crisp pages that are so important to her. But two days later the words won’t come and she’ll find herself scrawling your name over and over until the ink blurs and merges with her tears.
She will curse you and curse herself and curse the skies for everything and nothing. There will be days when the sun shines but all she will see is rain and clouds, and days when she won’t see anything at all.
And fuck. She will love you even though her heart is breaking because she gave you a part of herself that you refuse to return.
But know this, she will also learn to forget you, so when she walks by in two months time, laughing and smiling without a care in the world, you will wonder how she slipped through your fingers, and she won’t care.
Not one single bit."
"I won’t beg someone to love me. I learned long ago that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone stay. I am too good to chase someone who does not know my worth and I am too wild to keep waiting for someone who doesn’t acknowledge my value. I want to be loved unconditionally. I shouldn’t have to fight so hard for it. I do not have the time to prove to someone that I am worth it. I shouldn’t have to prove any of that; I am worth more than that."
how do i ask a boy out
roses are red
violets are blue
guess what, my bed
has room for two
OH MY GOD NO
twinkle twinkle little star
we can do it in a car
row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
i can make you scream
I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory
"The summer sun brought me to you, and the autumn leaves will steal you right out of my arms. Fall is a fresh start, but I’m not ready to give you up."
I wish you knew how much energy I’ve put into you. How much oxygen I’ve exchanged with carbon dioxide, in the same lungs that muster your name.
And if you head north from there, you go to my heart, pumping blood as I stay awake writing this. The same muscle that pumped so hard whenever even your fingertip traced a square centimeter of my skin.
My eyes have to blink so much so that I can see you in everything. And they have to be sneaky to watch your every move when you’re around.
The average adult brain is about three pounds. But I’m afraid mine is much heavier with every thought of you or every small wishful scenario.
Driving around this slightly gray, slightly soulful city that we both love, between the peak of a sunset and complete darkness. Eating vaguely sweet dark berries and sneakily pouring vodka into spritzers, quickly walking with our hands brushing as we find a spot to hide for a while.
Oh, how tired and fond my body grows for you."