Wednesday May 5 @ 03:32pm
Wednesday May 5 @ 03:32pm




Wednesday May 5 @ 03:31pm
Wednesday May 5 @ 03:31pm


trying to accept that i wasn’t the right person at the wrong time

i was just the wrong person

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 02:52pm

I am strong. on We Heart It.


I am strong. on We Heart It.

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 04:02pm
Wednesday Apr 4 @ 03:58pm
what’s sad about love


Did something crossed your minds like, when you’re single you tend to miss having someone on your side, cuddling you always but when you already have that someone, there will come a time that you want to be alone for some time, just like when you were single? Weird? Well, it’s nature. Maybe things were not in their proper places. Right? Or maybe, am being too melodramatic?

Gloomy day, I just want to sing the Lazy Song by Bruno Mars.:(

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 03:57pm
Wednesday Apr 4 @ 03:56pm

dear alexis,
i love you more than anything
in the universe, and i want you
to know that that includes little
local coffee shops and stamps
that can’t be found anywhere
but old corner stores where
they should be worth hundreds
but they are sold for dimes and the
tails airplanes leave when they
are chasing bigger things
and i’ve heard that you’re doing
well and i want you to know that
i, too, am doing the best that
i can, especially on days when
i feel as if i have poured rocks
in through my ears and crawled
in with my underwear for a ride
in the washing machine.

dear alexis,
i love you more than anything
in this world and sometimes that’s
a terrifying thing to feel because
my heart’s less than one quarter of
who i am and i feel so small sometimes
and i wonder if maybe love is a
concept created by companies that
sell things made out of lace and
latex and chocolate and i’m scared
that i’m going to wrap myself around
you like a boa constrictor and swallow
you whole and i don’t think you’d like
that much because it would take
a long time to digest you and it would
be very dark in there.

dear alexis,
i love you more than anything in
this whole country and i don’t mean to
be unpatriotic but i don’t understand
politics and i know loving you isn’t
even legal every where that it should
be but it’s getting late and i wish
you would come home now please
come home because if you’re out
of arms reach then you’re too far away
and i am terrible at directions.
i thought i had been taking wrong turns
my whole life but i must have done
something right to have wound up
meeting you.

dear alexis,
i love you more than anything in
this whole town and this town is where
i was born and where i was raised
and where my family lives and the
reason i exist. i owe everything i am
to this town because it’s where my
parents met and decided to have me
and i’m thinking that i should thank
them because that simple act
is the reason i’m around to love you
the way that i do, in ways where
it feels like i’ve been laying down for
sixteen hours and then i stand straight
up and i black out for a good four
or five seconds and i’m floating
through space but things are okay
because although i feel crazy and
dizzy and out of control, my feet are
still firmly planted on the ground and
i am here and i’m not going anywhere.

dear alexis,
i love you more than anything in
my whole house. i love you more than the
crappy art i’ve made that hangs
half-finished on my walls and i love
you more than my favourite food that
sits tauntingly from my freezer and
i love you more than the bathtub that
allows me to have the bubble baths
you and i adore so much and i love you
more than the bed that hugs me
tenderly every night and i love you more
than my watch collection. you are my
favourite piece of art and my favourite
food and my favourite bath and my
favourite bed and my favourite watch
and i don’t care if it doesn’t make
sense because you are my favourite
everything and that’s what matters.
you are my favourite.

dear alexis,
i love you more than anything that
i have in me and everything i have to offer
but i want you to know that i have
so much in me and i know you’re going
to pick through me bit by bit because
you are the one person that believes
there is a speck of gold amongst
the dust and coal that i am and
no longer wish to be.

dear alexis, kpk (via towritepoems) Wednesday Apr 4 @ 03:55pm
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