And then there are these moments,
where it all clicks,
and falls down to,
being happy
I laid my head on your chest and I felt it, this was enough
Category: Originals
23th of January
Last year you introduced yourself to me,
you asked me about the stars in the sky that night,
but this time around you wouldn’t even remember my name,
even when you thought I was the sun to your days,
some light years ago,
Daydream.
Tell me twice that you’re scared and I’ll hold you even closer. I know we’re on thin ice but darling it’s still freezing outside. I’m not going anywhere, you know where to find me. You don’t have to run, you’re safe with me. I won’t hurt you and I won’t let you go.
I found you in my dreams way before I found you in my arms. You’re not drifting, you’re only coming closer.
#99
Je brengt mij tot rust maar gelijkertijd breng je mij het hoofd op hol
– lovers over lovers
the least I could say pt 2
I’m still a bit lost on words. I don’t quite know how to describe you without doing you wrong. I still have some bad days, some darker moments. You still hold me when I’m at war with myself, you don’t try to fight it. You let me be, in silence. I think that letting each other be, is our strongest connection. Allowing someone to watch you at your weakest without handing them the power to fix you. Having faith in each others strength and having trust in letting our weakness shine trough. I adore you so much. I adore you when you’re strong, confident, when you speak with enthusiasm your eyes light up. You get comfortable so quick and you’re easy to like, I don’t blame them. I adore you when you’re at your weakest, you get surprised by your own feelings as you try to figure them out. I know you’re trying and stumbling but you’ve opened the gates to me, that’s all I could ask for. I adore you in the way you adore me. Because that’s what you do, you find good in anything. Your heart is so big and you let me hear it beat. You let me in. I adore you for that.
Cardboard
This sadness was a part of me which I put away in a cardboard box underneath my bed. Some days I peek trough the frayed flaps that hold everything I once used to feel, – that I once used to be. I can’t help to keep it cause it made me to who I am now, sitting next to box, empowered to keep the sadness from overruling days, – my life.
– they don’t have to now where you came from, you don’t have to show them the valley you grew up in, it wasn’t pretty at all
Hush
I’m going to sleep now, talk to you later – and before I could lock my phone your name popped up again. One missed call. Two missed calls. A message. The third time I picked up and she didn’t have much to say anymore. She cried for my help, ‘how do I open up to you, I want to be worth it’. Not realizing she already was, I wasn’t the one who’s voice was breaking from despair. So I listened to her explaining everything, how her brains works and why her hands shake. I listened and told her everything she already knew, but needed to hear again. I heard her laugh again and fell asleep on the phone, her silence accompanied by mine.
hush, we all break sometimes
The overthinking 