May 2013
1 post
the last time I was here,
I was in complete despair.
I missed you like crazy
I didn’t even know.
March 2013
5 posts
I wish I could write about love
Just as I used to do before.
I am creating a world of myself.
A world here inside my house,
A place where I find myself sitting in corners
alone
Sometimes I lay back in my closet
Or I stay there just staring at the mirror
I don’t see myself anymore
I don’t see anything
I feel I am losing strengh
Every day I lose a little bit
And I cry for help, but he is not listening
And so, day by day I let it go, bit...
The perfect day
And I wake up next to you,
You hold me and kiss me,
We have breakfast together,
We take a long walk,
I make a warm bubble bath, just to relax
I make you a chocolate brownie,
We take a nap, I am in your arms….
and it just feels perfect.
And it is for me,
These little things I allways dreamt about.
I wish you felt this way too.
Sometimes it just scares me…
I just wish I could be me again.
February 2013
1 post
there are moments in life when deep inside you...
October 2012
1 post
It is you and me,
Literally.
It is impossible to be more alone than this.
August 2012
1 post
You think that the years are going to turn you into a diferent person, even stronger…
It doesn’t.
I realized that little have changed…
Feels like drowning.
We have these little things…
Things that are only ours.
Like when I wake up, I go to his side of the bed and I wake him up by kissing and hugging. When I am almost falling asleep at night, he holds me so I will fall asleep in his arms.
Little things that are precious to me.
Now, I worry that it isn’t enough.
I am losing these things, things that I used to think that were ours...
May 2012
4 posts
1 tag
Someone told me a while ago that I didn´t have to be happy all the time. Truth is I never realized that. I never knew being sad is part of life. And as much as I come to understand this, it only makes me confuse because I believe that in order to be whole I need to be happy, to pursue happiness. And I always believed I deserved to be happy, as happy as one can be. But, unfortunately, it is not...
I collect the words you say to me,
I keep then close to my heart.
I think I´d die without you.
April 2012
2 posts
March 2012
1 post
lilysofthefield:
I love that you don’t know that I, sometimes, write for you, and I don’t think I’ll ever tell you. I also love how some of you are wondering if it could be you. Certain things are kept secrets for good reasons. I mean, don’t we always write for someone, even if they don’t yet exist. And who says they have to know.
February 2012
3 posts
poeticallyundead:
Every time I close my eyes I only see your face
In drunken stupors and twilight revelries you smile is always the dawn
But beyond that longing song heartache and regret remain knowing that to tear down this wall would only result in pain
I yearn for moments missed our midnight trysts robbed without warning waking without pain come morning
Every time I close my eyes I only...
1 tag
Loving me means accepting me during the process.
Will you love what is different about me?
Will you love my efforts to come?
Will you allow me to just be human?
strong some days…
frail on others…
And if I disappoint you,
Will you love me then?
January 2012
9 posts
Maybe craving the impossible is impossible.
1 tag
we are made for each other
both of us are afraid
yet desperately longing to know each other completely
we fear and crave the impossible
Some days I need to follow my heart.
Maybe is too late to miss who I once was.
Maybe is too late to miss when there is nothing left to miss at all.
she broke my heart so gently i barely herd it...
1 tag
Maybe
so I was thinking, that maybe when we die we regret things done or undone, and maybe people say that they regretted they were selfish.
I never thought I was selfish, on the contrary, I always thought I give all I could. maybe that isn´t good enough.
then I realized that maybe my only mistake is not being selfish. maybe the right thing to do is being totally selfish. At least someone will be...
It is necessary your heart in flames to keep your dreams warm.
December 2011
9 posts
“Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if...”
– Stephen King (via misswallflower)
November 2011
8 posts
I’m surrounded by air, but barely breathing.
1 tag
I can’t help it.
I look at him and I realize he is the best thing that ever happened in my life.
lilysofthefield:
There are things you miss, words I want you to read that go unread, thoughts I want you to hear and understand. But, there’s that saying: you don’t always get what you want.
You’ll find many people who take your breath away, but when you find the one that gives it back too… take a few deep breaths. If you can breath easy, might as well share the air!
1 tag
He woke me during the night and I was delighted by his touch, his warmth and the smell of his skin. He makes me feel myself.
October 2011
23 posts
I will be dreaming my dreams with you…
lilysofthefield:
We are defined by time. The time we regret and the time we remember. The moments that leave our hearts broken and those that make our hearts flutter. Seconds leave us without our permission and minutes grace our cheeks when we forget to look.
With time, we can lose ourselves lose the ones we love, lose beauty of life.
Don’t forsake time, because time will forsake you.
Poetically Undead: There’s more to life than being... →
poeticallyundead:
There’s more to life than being loved. Everybody is loved by someone. It’s more a matter of whether or not you appreciate that love. Like that quiet girl in the back of the classroom who has been longing for you since kindergarten. Or that boy who pulls your hair and gossips behind your back all…
