love and empathy

i was so vulnerable at your touch. never again.

there is a longing in my heart; it is a longing to love a kind of love that is deeper than the surface. it is a longing to love a kind of love that makes you want to love more. it is a longing to love a kind of love that makes you feel things you’ve never felt before.

when it comes to either walking through hell or living without you, i see no difference

if one day i find myself amongst the brightest stars, and i can feel them on my fingertips, watch them twinkle at my touch— i will still search every inch of the universe for the stars that will match the ones in your eyes.

it hurts to know that someone with your eyes, with your smile, with your laugh, your wit, your heart is out there in the world but cannot be mine.

my tears have dried, but my heart still cries for you

in a world where my heart pounds a million times a minute, a smile from you could slow it all down

it’s 5am, i haven’t slept, and perhaps it has to do with the fact you’re not next to me

you are sunlight— with your gleaming, gorgeous, glory. you’re beautiful and i’m gravitated closer to you.. but we all know what happens when you fly too close to the sun.

tell me, am i a hopeless romantic.. or just plain dumb