"I just need to know that it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever."
Almost 24.This ache in my chest is infrequent now- this longing, this nostalgia.Almost 24. by loopy-lexy
Unrequited love is a sorrow you’ll miss, I promise.
I need to feel this way to feel I have anything left to say.
I’m not sixteen years old anymore.
I’m almost twenty-four and I know what I want and who I want to be and who I want to be with.
And I’m fine.
And sometimes, when I’m lucky, when the window rattles with wind and rain and the air smells like winter, sometimes-
I still ache.
i wonder what you could possibly knowThe world is moving too fast for me.i wonder what you could possibly know by loopy-lexy
I can barely take a breath before
everything is gone or changed or
missing and I'm emptier than I was
yesterday, when I was as empty as I could be.
I turn on the porch light as though
I'm waiting for someone. And perhaps I am,
because not waiting is foreign to me.
It takes all my don't-wants to figure out what I do want.
I don't want to just see how it goes. I
don't want to be convenient. I don't
want to be an optional possibility.
I want to be a big event.
mankind is disappointing.when did you becomemankind is disappointing. by loopy-lexy
someone i don't know [if i
even want to know]?
june.I think it's your birthday today.june. by loopy-lexy
I should be certain but sometimes
it seems as though everyone was
born in June
and it makes me wonder
what happened in October '89
that had everyone making love.
I don't know about '89 but
in 2009 you were the glue mending
my broken excuse for a heart,
the breath in my every laugh.
I was addicted to your logical, reassuring mind
and ever-present promise of hope.
I was addicted to being needed,
to keeping all the secrets tearing you apart.
I miss being your turquoise terminator
and crumpled crumpet and saucy salamander
and effervescent iguana.
I miss complaining and over sharing
and knowing you'd listen to it all.
I miss believing we'd have that love forever.
So maybe I'll say happy birthday
and we can keep pretending nothing is wrong.
Or I'll pretend I forgot, the same way you forgot mine.
Or I'll congratulate you-
twenty-one years old
and still too thick to see how you've broken my heart.