From the depths of me

- Anonymous

You make it easy to smile Sometimes I forget how to  Yet you remind me with such ease Like the warmth of the morning sun  You rise to tell me that the day has begun  You are there  effortlessly reminding me  of the indented lines  that appear with every  giggle  chuckle  and snigger  If I could ease your worries this way then I would  But then I’d have to admit that you ease mine  Thank you  for making it so easy  Even when I feel like it’s all too hard You simply gaze lovingly  And every fear, worry and heartfelt cry melts away into a smile  One to match the one glowing on your face  Which looks so undeniably  happy That I can’t help but be infatuated by it  But I mean Come on  How can I not be? When you always make it so damn easy - Anonymous

- Anonymous

I see it  The color of your eyes  When you want it  Clear and concise  Dark with desire  Yet as bright as the morning sun  I hear it  The tenderness in your words  Whispers of your heart  Lingering along the edges of my skin  I feel it  The echos of your mind  Aching against my chest  The indents of you  Everywhere  Moaning silently  “I want you” - Anonymous

Sorry won’t always be enough  To fix the messes I’ve made  Sorry won’t be a good enough prize  At the end of my  Award-winningly shattered mind Because when I say that I’m sorry  Wholeheartedly  It isn’t  Enough  “I’m scared that you’ll leave, because everybody does”  is what I said  “I’ll be there, even if you decide to leave”  is what you said  Yet somehow here I am  All over again  Saying sorry  Even though nothing comes back in return  Except for the echos in my head  Against this silence that you’ve created  I don’t know why I keep saying it though Maybe I think that the repetitiveness will ingrain itself into you But then again  Sorry  Isn’t enough  Is it? - Anonymous

Smile lines like scars that will never fade  She pictures her heart in its shattered state  Stepping forward  Stepping back Everything about her seems a little cracked  Walking along the edges of her skin  She hopes that what’s within Is  Enough  She is fragile  Pretending to be strong  She is broken  Dreaming of herself being put together  She is a baby Pushing away the heart of a child for the stone of an adult  But  With you She is strong but fragile  She is broken but beautifully put together Like stain glass windows with eyes of wonder  She has a child like energy with the heart of a warrior  She has smile lines like scars  That will never fade  - Anonymous

- Anonymous

- Anonymous

I remember how I used to wait outside your door  Wondering if I’d ever stop being nervous for knocking I remember the way I’d run up the stairs  With you, closely following My bag, to the second stool  My shoes, by the staircase My coat, over my bag Your arms would wrap around me  You’d softly kiss my cheek  With a squeeze to my core  You’d take a step back  Still holding me and say  “Welcome home”

suddenly I remember I remember it all  the way you sound when your words become waves  that wash over my sun kissed skin  I wish that my heart didn’t still pound I hope that my heart still pounds  you make me crazy  you make me happy  you make me undeniably sad but I still love you and maybe one day you’ll learn to loath loving me and maybe one day you’ll run for the hills I’m sorry that I can only stand by  and I’m sorry that I only bring ill will please don’t hate me  please don’t suffer live as happily as you can that’s all I want even if I’m not in it.  

I have many people in my life that make me really happy and that makes me really happy. recently I started talking to a friend that I haven't talked to properly in a while even though we've been friends for 8 years. we hung out today and the way that I would describe hanging out with him is like this. it's like you've gone out and had a delicious meal. You're full and you're in that sleepy comfy stage where everything feels really good, you don't wanna move because you're content. You're so happy to just sit there with lazy eyelids and even if you fell asleep you know that you'd still feel good when you woke up. that's what it's like every time I talk to him and every time we hang out. ya'll should find some like that because i think everyone needs someone like that.

- ouch friendo

- Anonymous

Don’t ever think that you really know me Because I’m good at illusions You’ll let me in And I’ll lock you out So here I am Give me a chance and I’ll tell you all about me Or maybe I won’t You might just see right through me  Who knows

It started to pour wind seeping through the cracks of windows and doors  two in the morning and I can’t sleep maybe if I play our song, I’ll make it to my dreams you’re like an anchor in my ocean beds side I just can’t lift you I can only sway from left to right your weight is still heavy on my skin you dug your little hole and snuggled in tightly prepared to sink or swim It’s a good thing you are because clearly I’m not

- maybe it’s right, maybe it’s wrong by xara juliette 

no, I don’t regret loving him and I don’t think that I ever will.