I know it’s not important anymore, I know it was short lived and too fast and too perfect to be true, but I will never forget the way you made me feel like I was living in a storm, how you kissed me like you and I had the last set of lips on the planet and they desperately needed to be used, I know it doesn’t matter anymore, but I still love you.
To the first boy who sounded too much like home:
I’m sorry that I slept with you on the first night that I met you,
I’m sorry that I pulled your arms around me and inhaled the scent of your cologne deeply, it brings back memories,
I’m sorry that I look the other way when you walk by,
I’m sorry that you aren’t him,
I’m sorry that I am not her,
I’m sorry that we used each other to fill the gaps that we left in another state, that we left with a painful goodbye, that we left with too many pieces of ourselves,
I’m sorry that you’re everything I miss and nothing that I want,
I’m sorry that I couldn’t be more for you.
Feeling homesick :(
Time is a terrible thing to waste on boys with mouths that kiss sweetly and spit fire when they’re angry, boys who use their hands to caress your cheeks or punch the wall beside your head, life’s too short to spend another moment feeling lost and confused and waiting for him to snap.
Sometimes we let poisonous people back into our lives because they remind us of times when we had stability or loyalty or love or something that we miss, and even though we know that these people are toxic we reach out to them because they offer us some type of comfort or remnants of the past, sometimes we just find it too hard to move on.
burnthepromise asked: wow i love your poetry, you're so talented
Thank you so much :)