I’m unhappy and sad and I thought it was going to just be a period thing but I’ve been off that shit for a minute and still feel like crying for 24 hours straight.

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I really miss you. 

I really miss you. 

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We took shelter from the weather in a city campground by the lakes our friends swam in. The rain pounding on the camper created a sound proof barrier between us and the world outside. The heat from that summer vanished, replaced by chilling winds that left your skin cold and damp against my warmed lips. Tension built with the storm, and the thunder rumbled louder than your breathing beneath me. I can still hear you whisper “I love you” after the last of the lightening struck.

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I never believed in Serendipity,
Until I began to dream of,
Her freckled smile and,
A nighttime sky contained,
In a bedroom colored with,
Answers to every question,
I ever wondered about her.

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Words,
   Letters printed,
     Across a screen.
Secrets,
   Drawn out of me.
     And into the pages of,
You.
   Who became a journal,
     With missing pages.

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I can’t breathe.

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"Don’t disappear," I begged her.

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Home.

You are more,
     Permanent than home.
Home is a place you leave,
     When your life begins.
But I see you in,
     New places every day.
I feel you in,
     The changing of the seasons,
And I hear you,
    In the coming of a storm.
You are not my home,
     But instead a part of my soul. 

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You are in the tree I used to draw,
Shading my bedroom window in the summer.
You are in the smell of spring,
Right before the first downpour of the season.
You are the blankets I wrap myself in,
Keeping me safe and warm.
You are the feeling of home.
You are my only home.

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I just went through the iMessages on my computer, and let me tell you. I fucking miss talking to Mary.

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