Thought Bubblesss

I live for the silent moments in which it almost seems like the world is speaking to you. Showing you the stories of its past, its present, and letting you know your future will one day be shown to someone else. Someone sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window, having the same thoughts as I am right now, and maybe even sharing them with you, just like I am doing right now.

Do you think you could ever love me the way I love you?

Was my heart always too big for you to hold?

I’ve only ever read of them in books.

To feel your lips on my skin ignites me, but to feel the tremors your words drive throughout me completely incinerates me.

Sometimes I wonder if you would be better without me. Sometimes my tendency to explode when I’m hurt gets the best of me, and both of us just end up hurt.

He makes life worth falling in love with again.

At first I was hurt and upset, but now I understand that you were simply never taught how to love gently.

When we’re apart, my chest aches and pains for the warmth of your skin. The gentle reassurance of your arms around me telling me you love me without having to speak a word. I long for the moments I know without a doubt that your every inhale and exhale, every stolen glimpse and adoring stare are completely and solely mine.

She walked amongst the burning petals, ashy grey fumes swirling around her. The blood red of the roses curled and shriveled into black crisps. As she looked around, lighter in hand, she wondered how this all came to be.

I want a love so tender and absolute it feels like my heart is burning from the inside out.

Books have been the greatest gifts I could ever ask for.