"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.
little birds.julieana was fourteen-years-old when she first fell in love.little birds. by modestlyvainglorious
she gave him her whole heart, three months later he said she was preposterous,
with her dreams of flying, and gave her heart back in a very poor condition.
julieana fell in love again when she was sixteen.
he was spirited and she was flighty, both of them clinging to
their dreams of escaping their small town.
but he grew up and she kept dreams and
flapping her arms in an attempt to grow wings.
julieana waited for five years to fall in love again.
he called her his little bird and instead of mocking her
flighty nature, he fashioned her a pair of wings from cardboard
and elmer's glue and stitched them to her back as she promised
to come back home to him every night.