“You love people who don’t deserve it. You love people who you don’t want to love. You love people who hurt you in the past. You love people who hurt you all the time. You love people who love you back. You love people who couldn’t love you if they tried. You love people who don’t even know your name. You love people who don’t know how to love. You love everyone. You love without a thought for the consequences. You love effortlessly and infinitely, and that makes you human.”
“I want you to text me everyday. I need to stop waiting for your texts. I want to talk to you about life and everything happening in yours. I need to stop asking you so many questions. I want to hold your hand. I need to stop wringing my own. I want to make you smile all of the time. I need to stop staring at your lips. I want to stay up all night talking on the phone with you. I need to stop losing sleep because of you. I want to be with you. I need to stop pretending that you’ll ever settle for someone like me.”
— what i want to say, what i never can // 3:34 pm (via @starlightaffliction )
There’s a certain vulnerability in poems even more vulnerable than standing naked. Words that strip your soul, each person finds a different meaning, while reading a poem your heart beats faster, you fall in love with the words, memorizing it isn’t enough, you have to feel the words, you want it to consume you, you hopelessly wonder how a person could write sentences that touch your soul, how someone can make you fall in love with words, how someone could make you fall in love with the world again.
