For All The Girls That Were Given Price Charming, But Fell In Love With The Villain.

should’ve known better to try and love a boy who plays the electric guitar.

Sometimes I cry because of happiness, there’s rare moments in my life where melancholy isn’t the reason for the waterfalls that are pouring from my eyes. Sometimes happiness gets to the best of me, it swims around inside my body. I’ll see too people in love, or a person achieve something they pushed themselves above the bar for, and if will make my heart swell. Happiness is beautiful.

Love me and I’ll do the best I can to steal the night sky for you.

My time spent with him in the crippling cold and cosy months of October and November are going to be something my heart will hold onto forever. The sneaking around, nights spent up laughing. The echoes of happiness filled my room. Butterflies covered my shelves. The moment and memory of a first kiss. And the feeling of it being left to linger with its sweet and sugary taste. My first crush, my first kiss, my first time. If only it had really gone that way. If only it had lasted a little while longer. Ripping into the weeks of December and how it had nothing to offer but the ghost of him and what once was ours or bound to be ours. December was spent dying,fading and hugged tight between the arms of solitude. Each night my pillow drowning with tears, and the dark nightfall sky hearing my roaring screams as I beg for his love.

I’m almost glad that I didn’t get to taste you in the way I long nothing but desire,

Your lips would’ve been the way I left this world

Who wouldn’t thought that something so soft could be something so tormenting.

- cat lover ! 

July.

July unfolds herself in a mess of aching limbs and a stretched-out heart. Swollen. A dream-haze. How slowly the summer months drift by; blush coloured clouds, coral lights, the world dusted in rose pink and a breathless awaiting. An awakening kiss. It seems that these days are a litte forsaken. The prince never comes/the angles stop believing in us. We breathe a sigh of relief. The sky relaxes her muscles and the birds fly home.

The end of whiskey bottles are supposed to make me forget you, not remember you twice as hard.

how the imagination is thick inside my head

you on top,

me underneath,

crumbling by just sound of your voice.

moaning by the touch of your fingers, and oh, how you move them just right.

tonight with you, I meet heaven for the very first time.

#poem #writer

I am too good at loving the villain, romanticising the devil. maybe this is why I always searched for monsters under my bed, ready to invite him in.

maybe all this time, the monster under my bed was you. I was destined for nothing other than a fire love, torture. this is why your pain does not scare me. I was born to love your darkness and fed you my light.

come on my love, I will hide under the bed with you forever.

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