This is why it hurts the way it hurts.
You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via abluesforbrklyn)
Edith Pattou, East (via feellng)
If you love me hardcore, then don’t walk away, / It’s a game boy, I don’t wanna play, / I just wanna be yours, like I always say, Never let me go.
Y.Z, for my future daughter (via rustyvoices)
Last night, I ran for the nearest bus passing
but let it forget to let me on.
Last night, the lake was a teaspoon
of black sky and somewhere,
you unremembered my name.
Every doorframe in my house
seems to wait for you.
The sink leaks and the dishes
fall out of my hands.
They never break,
just clang and clang
and remind me how quiet
everything is afterwards.
Soon, though, I’ll wrap myself in lace
and cut my hem a little lower
and walk the night alone.
Soon, I’ll holds my heels in my hands
and the pebbles on the sidewalk
will hurt my feet.
Soon, I’ll be okay.
I miss you
doesn’t mean I want you back.
I miss you
doesn’t mean I need you to fix this.
I miss you only means
one day I won’t.
From A Hunger So Honed by Tracy K. Smith (via hush-syrup)