“it wasn’t until you smiled that my stomach twitched with a feeling i knew all too well, and suddenly all i could think was, “oh crap.””
- A.M. {why did it have to be you?}
“how do you expect me to remember how to breathe when you’re looking at me like that?”
- A.M. {you}
any trace of you is burned into the back of my mind with the pen i used to write our love story
A.R. {all six hundred and thirty pages}
there are days where i can dream,
where your ghost doesn’t come back to haunt me,
days where i can find my own type of love and peace within myself,
and almost every sharp, broken piece of you has faded away with time.
those are the days i live for.
those are the days i can finally breathe.
- to all the toxic people i’ve endured
a.r.
i tore myself apart, trying to give you the whole world. and when i returned - bloodied, exhausted and proud - somehow, for you it still wasn't enough.
-a.m. {will i ever be?}
sometimes, i wonder if i'd pushed myself just a little harder in the past, i would have held onto something meaningful by now.
- a.m. {they never last}
“it's happening again.
my eyes are searching the room for you, without even meaning to.
the twinge in my heart when a day passes and i didn't get to hear your voice.
i feel it creeping up my neck, when our eyes lock and neither of us dares to look away.
the ache i get at the end of the day when i regret not having the guts to talk to you.
it's happening again,
but how will it end this time?”
A.M. {it's just a crush, it's just a crush, it's just a crush}
do you ever wonder that your soulmate could be in the same room as you
and you wouldn’t even know until the universe finally decides to intertwine your paths
- just a thought
a.r.
“i have a tendency to fall in love with people i already know will end up breaking my heart,
yet i still hope one of them will prove me wrong.”
- A.M. {just one}
let’s hide under the covers of stolen glances and goofy faces,
the uncontrollable laughter and obvious admiration,
while we endlessly argue the fact that we are not in love
- to my ‘almost’
a.r.
little did he know he had captured the heart of a girl who fell for the words he was writing to someone else
- oh heart, why this one
a.r.