myshortpoetryblog

[myshortpoetryblog]

his hands aren’t yours. they don’t have the same lifeline. his voice isn’t sweet melancholy. it’s like honey. his arms arent cold. they’re warm. even though he may be better, he isn’t you. and i want you.

[myshortpoetryblog]

I’m always »too« something ...

@myshortpoetryblog

[myshortpoetryblog]

[myshortpoetryblog]

And maybe you're just

another bad habit,

that I'm struggling

to let go of.

This might hurt me. //ma.c.a

[myshortpoetryblog]

[myshortpoetryblog]

I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.

Atticus (via qvotable)

[myshortpoetryblog]

[myshortpoetryblog]

Changing

“People change.

 Some for better,

 some for worse.

 Changing isn't a bad thing,

 it never was.

 But sometimes you walk in opposite directions,

 drifting further apart.

 Changing isn't a bad thing,

 it never was.

 Change means growing,

 growing higher than the people around you.”

-Myshortpoetry-