wonderland

I believe we are all poets at heart. We just have to go through something that will compel us to put our thoughts into words

you left anyway. i wasn’t into you at the beginning. you know that. but eventually you made me look at you with new eyes. and i fell. i was so young and innocent, my heart was big and my soul was pure. you touched me with dirty hands like i was just another victim. how could you do that for someone who would die for you? how could you change my mind about how life is beautiful and leave with no remorse? you made me fall just so you could break another heart. you were never intentioned to stay but you made me believe i was the one you wanted to spend your life with. and i did. i believed in you. i believed in every single word that came out of your mouth. i didn’t know people could lie so easily without feeling guilty. but i know now. and i honestly hope you really fall in love for once. and i hope they break your heart in one million pieces so you can never put it together. i hope you lose your purpose in life and never find it again. you turned me into this heartless monster and i want you to suffer like i did. because you didn’t care. you left anyway.

Before you walk away, there’s one more thing I want to say, Our brains are sick but that’s okay.

Eventually, I started going to sleep tired and I started waking up tired and I wasn’t sure how that was supposed to work.

It keeps me up at night.

Don’t leave me alone at night with my thoughts.

the universe whispers “don’t fall in love with a dead man” and you can only reply “too late” because you’ve fallen for his goodness, his righteous  and he’s after the safety of the helpless darling, you’ve got blood on your hands already but he’s managed to avoid being stabbed and the universe enjoys some light but not for long and you know that this ends with one of you falling so the stories say don’t fall in love with a good man but you never stood a chance

I don’t love you because I think you’re perfect, I’m not that naive. I know no one is perfect, but you’ve become perfection in my eyes because of how much my love for you has grown. It’s growing even still.

I don’t talk to you anymore, because I keep telling myself that if you wanted to speak to me, you would.

what i like about her is that she blooms whether you water her or not. whether you give her light or not. she exists without your existence.

“what’s it like to love another person?”

I crave your legs intertwined with mine, I crave nothing but you, in the most simplest of ways.