I was the ocean and she was the moon; pulling me in and pushing me away.
Annie Munro, you and i are somewhere between the tides (via wingedpiglets)
Tag: love stinks
I love you, but…
Since when does
I love you
not mean
I love you?
Since when does it mean
I love you but…
You’renotenoughthere’ssomeone
elseletsjustbe
friendsIthinkIneedsome
space.
Since when have I been
telling myself
I love you, but…
Yourthighsaretoobigyourcheeks
aretoochubbyyourlegsaretoo
shortyourstomach’stoo
flabby.
Since when have I
expected to hear
I love you,
but
be treated like
I love you, but…
How long has love
been a lie?
How long have you been saying
I love you
but
wanting more?
Because
I love you
is not
I love you, but…
I love you
is
you’reperfecttome,Iknowyour
flawsbutstillandwillalways
want you, only you.
I cannot blame you.
You lied to me,
but
I love you.
Forget Me Knot
I’m being dragged along on a string
you have long forgotten
you tied.
Now you’ve tied him
on another one,
and I’m bleeding
from being pulled so far.
Please
reel me in,
or cut me loose.
Pick Your Poison
I want what I cannot
put into words:
the dousing of the flame
which reminds me you are not mine.
The silencing of my thoughts
which day in, day out
turn, turn, turn to you.
To dam the flow of
you that seeps into my dreams.
To snuff your constant presence
in all of me.
They say
there are two ways out.
I must pick my poison.
Silenticel 