I’m so fucking sorry, I really am.
“it hurts a little and sometimes a lot
when you care about someone
but you’re both kind of messy
and the timing is all wrong
and you don’t feel like
kissing someone else
but you can’t force what’s not
and letting someone in
is scary enough but even scarier
when your heart isn’t as strong”
c.p (via itsonlyyforever)
“I would dance with you
even when my soles have band-aids:
Stepping my right foot on your right,
my left palm on the bruises
you got from the tragedies out of loving.
We are fault lines clashing
and we no longer need spaces
only meant for lonely continents to exist.
We are both too dry to become that,
when the rain falls hard, our cracks
closes up like a zipper getting a fix.
Fingertips to fingertips we are nothing
but whole and I am yours like this:
Like closing, like every brick of a house
facing a storm proving it is a home,
like band-aids plastered on open wounds
to keep it half-healing, and me
letting you heal the other halves
of the both of us. I am yours,
to every dance you are afraid to go to
and you are mine,
to every slow song that plays
as though it plays forever.
This is how we have each other.
This is how we know we are saved.”
“Emotions are supposed to be raw, ugly, brutal…you don’t want someone to ‘sorta’ love you. You want that love to be a bursting flame, not a candle.”
Came up in conversation. (via childoflust)