Thoughts

how do you know when it's real?

fighting problems with bigger problems

keep me safe, I'll keep you wild.

Just because I'm ready to die for you baby doesn't mean I'm ready to stay. What's the point of living a life you've been given if all you is stand in a place?

I miss your mint kisses; hope you miss my coco butter kind

done with the same old feeling of falling in love and and getting tired of being the only one falling

I'm not sure if it's you, or the idea of being in love with you that runs in my mind all the time. You look so perfect and yet it doesn't feel so perfect. I want you to try to know me, as much as I want to know you. But you just don't. I feel tired now, like maybe it just isn't supposed to be. I don't regret it but I'm glad that we're through.

you'll feel damned and blessed, and happy and helpless. you'll know when it's love.

one dream, one life, one lover

Men learnt the word 'pseudo feminist' and never moved on.