artisticveins:

I want those arms
    to wrap around me
        like a cocoon
           keep me safe
               from the world 
                   and take away the pain

I want that voice
    to whisper my name
         like the love letters
            of the ocean to the shores
               and grow love and hope
                  like the dark sheets of universe

I want those eyes
     to look at me and shine
         to see through the walls I’ve build 
              and read the secrets hidden behind
                   the scars and the tears that still burn
                      and help me fight away my dark demons 

Right now…I just want you.
Even if just for a while. 

(via one-solution-at-a-time)

(via one-solution-at-a-time)

faggot-rainbow:

Longing for what can never be,
Stitched into the palms of dreams,
I am learning, death is dressed
In eons, mementos along red flesh.

Take me to your dark blue heaven,
Where I will forget how to love
To keep my eyes safe, and blinded
By the sky whose arms splinter.

Even in daylight…

phantom-love-syndrome:

We live these

Separate

Public

Lives

We watch each other

Silently

Separately

Alone

And we call ourselves connected

shesanargonaut:

There’s a girl I know who likes to wander
through brambles with bare feet,
dances like fire, the embers
caressing her toes.
She speaks like summer,
holding broken songbirds
until they learn how to sing again,
their feathers curling from the
heat of her hands.
And she is gentle,
picking…

the-peony:

 you are cold
 and short 
 like a february
 winter
 
 you breathe hot
 heavy air
 on to the
 curve of my neck

 and whisper 
 ”i could die
  happy right now”

 my heart leaps
 out of my chest
 and silently beats
 ”me too”

smokeinatin:

My heart had a faucet that drained out
the color, causing leakage in my
vessels — swallowing the rest of my organs

Blue dye made my veins rain with sorrow,
spilling shades of royals and skies as they
streamed in unison with reds and yellows

    And they all tangled loosely
    like condensed watercolours —
    creating splatters of painted
    insides that bubbled with ink

Leaving my heart black and white, awaiting
a paint brush to stroke it back to life

(via smokeinatin-deactivated20120412)

mister-selfdestruct:

All the little birds
danced in the sun
I watched them from
the shade -
they flew far away
but I did not lament
I knew that someday
I’d fly away, too.

maybehales:

I gave Clementine my secrets
and my fears
and told her to be careful.

She smiled up at me
from blue-lined pages
trusting me more than I
have ever trusted anyone.

I won’t sing for you.
Or dream of oranges.
And I won’t tell you it gets easier
because it has to get
a whole lot harder first.

And Clementine,
it’s okay if you don’t believe him
right now.

You have to learn to believe yourself
first.