I’m
lost on words
trying to tell you
how I feel
but I’m guessing
that you know
what I mean
cause I feel it too
in the way you
hold me in your arms
don’t let go
I’m at peace
while at war
with myself
Tag: poem
#97
I guess I liked her more than she liked me, but I knew she had needed me more than I needed her, I don’t know which one means more.
#96
I just can’t stop smiling whenever I see her, -she gives gives attractive a whole new meaning
3:30 pt 2
Cause maybe we weren’t meant to burn. I find myself in the same bed with the same two hands holding me for warmth. They didnt shield me from this lingering feeling, you’re still on my mind. I’m not heartbroken, sad nor devistated. I just wish I had the guts to face you and the girl that makes you smile. I couldn’t and it makes me feel so weak.
my hands were to small to hold you closer
Unwanted messages pt 6
I’m sorry, I panicked and freaked out. I guess I was trying to tell you how I feel. Fortunately I haven’t figured it out myself. I hope I don’t before we may never see eachother again.
I really don’t deserve a second chance.
I know I blew it.
‘being young’
I always thought that ‘being young’ meant selling your own body and drinking wine from the bottle, that appeared to be a fraud. I’d put on my best shirt so that I would be ‘wanted’ and drove home in the middle of the night, those are the memories I had of ‘being reckless’
I was wrong.
The day has passed and I sit here, writing at my desk. My entire body is tired and my eyes can’t really stand the light. I am rich, fulfilled, in possession of more beautiful memories. I realize that ‘being young’ means spending your youth with people your age, people who laugh at the same jokes and who share the same dreams. It is not that we dislike our parents, but we have better things to do then sit at home. Explore. Climb fences. Walk home at night. See another club. Dance a little different. Talk to strangers. Embrace chaos. Admire your friends. Be generous. Share a drink. Love a little more. Point at the stars.
Be young.
Heden.
Mensen geven om mij en ik heb liefde om te geven. Ik moet er aan gaan geloven dat ik het waard ben. Laat het gaan.
Wees niet bang om gelukkig te zijn.
The overthinking 