FEELINGS TRASHCAN

I'm tired. Of comparing myself to others Of shaming my body in front of the mirror Of thinking I'm ugly I'm just really.. tired

You make me feel so happy. Oh but darling, you make me feel just as sad.

oh, but how nice it is to have myself burst and crumble not slowly, but all at once.

eyes are blinded to things that shine that they forget the little things that sparkle ears too busy hearing others' voices that they forget to listen to each others' heartbeats

I love you. I don't say it or express it in actions as much as you do, but I hope you know it too. I hope you can see it in the way I look at you. I hope you can see it in the smiles I give you. I hope you can feel it in the brief moments I touch you. I love you beyond what words and actions can express. I love you.

"What is the best you've stolen?" "You're starting to make me think that there is none."