"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.
we faded.you're video taping me in class and i'm laughing, we're laughing, and we're happy. but soon, i'll be yellling at you and asking you why we're even friends anymore. you'll say it's because i love you and i'll say it's because you made me love you and you'll smile like you won. well, you did.we faded. by Twilightjunkie94
i can remember a time when my hands would shake and my heart would beat too fast when i would stand next to you. my hands don't shake anymore but my heart still beats fast as you place your hand on my face. let me let you go.
it's raining outside and you meet me on my drive way and you're telling me how beautiful i look with my make up running down my face and my hair soaking wet. "tell me you love me." you'll beg. i'll stand there with my arms crossed and my mind made up. i have love letters for you that i never sent. they smell of summer and of you. i can remember the day that we faded, the day that it didn't matter that you didn't love me.
fading marks.i wrote his name on my arm with a sharpie. the label said pernament but i think it's lying to me too.fading marks. by Twilightjunkie94
as the days passed, i watched the name fade and felt the emptiness in my heart grow. i ate to fill the space but i still felt the same.
as i stepped out of the shower four and a half days later, the name was gone.
and so was he.