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I get so lost in my head sometimes. I can’t stop thinking about what makes people fall in love with each other, and why people can fal...
home is subjective. my parents have been divorced since i was seven years old and they each have their own houses and i called each one of ...
Baby,  I can look at you and tell there are days when you are one foot out the door. I am not an easy person to love so loving is just as tr...
You said you were going to make me feel so good I wouldn’t be able to feel my legs. You said you were going to make my body experience...
Don’t fall in love with the boy’s who hold your hair back when you’ve drank too much, Or the ones who take your hand whil...
I see beauty in desperation. 
The way you’re in deep need of that one person. The way you’d give up you’re whole life for them. 
I don’t th...
Wonder if there’s still a fire lit in most people because lately it seems everybody is running on empty. Wonder if when you close your...
I found some of your hair on my  shower wall, and your shirt on the floor from the last time I  saw you undress. And I sat on the ground a...
I want you to fall in love with me more than once. I want you to wake up next to me in twenty years and still be surprised by how pretty my ...
Call me And tell me you miss me. Call me And tell me  How your bones are brittle. That they are aching to be held By hands that are calcium...
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know this: when you are five years old and the first boy shoves you down and steals your kickball in the playground, don’t you dare avert y...
On New Years Eve, I promised myself that this would be the year that I’d let you go.  It’s been four months since then and I thi...
Two years later A girl sits in front of her ex lover. He doesn’t say a word And her heart doesn’t ache for him anymore. Her hair is long...
You don’t miss me. I should remember that. I should fucking remember that.
I am bigger than some adjectives you use to bring me down.
When we kissed it’s like everything good that had ever happened to me had all happened in that one moment.
I can’t leave you. You’re the only person I love on Mondays and I fucking hate everyone on Mondays. I can’t give that up.
She smelled of cigarettes and sadness; the aroma of love and heart break.