Our souls are so intertwined, it can never be undone. My whole heart belongs to you.
— I love you in every way possible and then some more.
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I’ve been telling myself the reason I can’t write anymore is because I’m not sad. Because there’s no pain inside me to flow out of my trembling hands onto paper, there are no sorrows clouding my vision to make my poetry hazy.
I can see straight and sometimes I feel poetry needs to be twirly and zigzagg-y.
But, I’ve been trying to be sad lately. Trying to find wretchedness among the mists, among the nights I stay up laughing, trying to feel what I felt before, trying to pour poetry back into my veins. Maybe this is some stupid excuse.
But here’s how it really is. I keep finding myself beaming at unfamiliar faces and sipping hot chocolate over brunch dates with new friends, or falling back into rhythm with old ones.
Or that one time I snuck out to my best friend’s house and we danced to alcohol in our bodies but we were sober enough to remember one of the best nights of our life. So maybe there’s nothing poetic about this. Or maybe there is.
I know poetry is more beautiful than sad and there’s something really very beautiful about loving life.
-H.S.
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”Why do you look so sad?”
“Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.”
— Pierrot le fou
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I think the sky cried for you today
the moon told me to be patient
who can you fall in love with if it’s not me
by laurenmaerie, foreverlove
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If you ever heard the way I speak about you to everyone I know, you would’ve never doubted my love for you. Even now, even after everything that has happened, you wouldn’t question the love I have for you in my heart.
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