“how Do You Expect Me To Remember How To Breathe When You’re Looking At Me Like That?”
“how do you expect me to remember how to breathe when you’re looking at me like that?”
- A.M. {you}
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haunted
your ghost
still leaves kisses
on my cheek to
make sure
i never
forget you
a.r.
in too deep
your blue eyes always resembled a stormy sea;
the kind with strong waves crashing against the jagged rocks below,
the kind of waters that people put up warning signs for
the kind that dares for only the bravest of the brave to jump into
and by the time they found me, i was already addicted to drowning
- no one could save me from you
a.r.
“You aren't even mine, but I still love you like you are.”
A.M. {unrequitedly}
i want to feel the tingles of electricity shoot up my arm when you touch my hand; a simple act, that holds so much meaning. i want to feel the flutter my heart makes in its cage, as my name rolls off your tongue; the way you make it sound as if it’s the most beautiful word. i want my head to spin as the world around us begins to fade away, the moment your lips gently press onto mine; each passionate kiss carved into my memory. i want the love that causes a shiver throughout my body at the mere thought of you; the one that will soon make me fall apart without you. but, here i am, sitting alone in a crowded room, wondering if i’ll ever experience a type of love as ultimately consuming as that.
A.R. {the type you read about in novels}
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?}
“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}
why do i have to feel if all i've felt is hurt.
- i'm stuck in a mess that i made for myself
“I have fallen in love too fast for this to be anything but fate.”
A.M. {as always}
I’d love nothing more than to hold your heart in my hands, to finally have something good in my life. But I can’t. For I’m too afraid that with one touch, your light will disappear and you’ll fade away; Because I’ve learned that everything I love always leaves me broken, in the dark.
A.R.
ballad
my heart clenches every time i read a poem he dedicates to the beautiful rose girl
whilst i sit here with broken, ink stained fingers, continuously writing about a boy who will never write a sentence for the plain daisy girl
- is it love or envy
a.r.
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