You Can Not Speak In Poetry

I fucked it all up again,

everything is

terrible,

I am very

miserable,

but…

also relieved

to be back here,

in this familiar place

with nowhere further

to fall.

i will never be my mom. Or dad. Never.

You know something matters,

When you associate items

To that special something,

Like an animal to a friend,

A phrase to a show,

Memories flood your brain,

And you realize that you,

You trust them wholeheartedly.

My motivation? You. maybe...

(hehe I'm bad at flirting 😅)

Hehe.

Nice try buddy. :)

PS :: You are kinda bad at flirting :)

Every very note I get on my posts makes me so happy, I feel like have something to look forward to. It’s one of the best feelings ever when someone likes or reblogs my post like there are people who think I make sense, and in a weird yet comforting way I feel like I can actually do something, such a self boost. it’s just so wholesome.

Everyday,

I wake up to another nightmare

too wild but definitely real,

unable to stand up and fight

unable to be the knight in armor

unable to work hard for my dreams

unable to love, to fight.

I wish to be reborn.

right into the arms of a monster.

A monster who will tame my wildness. to an extend.

~k

my oasis ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Can't we just stop time for a little while? The stars have decided our fate I know because I’ve wasted years in denial But I hope mercy will keep you here with me

One moment I hold you in a tight embrace, The next you crumble to sand in my arms And I'm lost again Calling out for you and  Looking for your grains of sand In an endless desert

"It was just a dream" I whisper to myself, alone in the dark But in truth, I know you'll never be back. Not in this world,  And not even in the world of dreams

i wish it was easier

to breathe.

I am not ugly.

I am just. not pretty enough.

"...And you, what would you do for Love?"

Forgive.