Disappointed But Not Surprised

i still think we're soulmates. but maybe that's just the hopeless romantic in me

i think the reason why we we're still with each other is that we're afraid of being alone again. and we know that finding love again would take time

Version -4.9.2.19.13.6.20

a.k.a. You’re another word for “Oh”

He is the ocean, but you are the sky. I can see the horizon in your eyes. Even if your soul failed to reflect his bright smile, your own smile blinded me. Don’t worry if you remind me of him. I may say that you made me remember how he looked like, but between the two of you, I would choose to memorize the features of your face. If my hands suddenly caress your skin, take a breath and let the warmth of my touch soak inside your veins. And you’ll know, that even if he is the ocean, you are the sky. You are the sky and the ocean mirrors your color.

A little bit messy but it’s true

a.k.a. A Simple ‘How I Met You’

The floor made a sound to my feet’s kisses as I hurried through the quiet hallway.

                      There were whispers breaking out from these thin walls,                       and I felt my ears bleeding.

One second after reaching the corner, a pair of ocean blue eyes drowned me.

                      There was a series of a beat of drums,                       and then it felt as if it was raining.

Maybe his breathing hitched, and if it was my imagination that his eyes suddenly were burning like an ember,

                      I would never know.

No words were exchanged between us. But I felt like dancing to the music radiating from his sun-kissed skin.

                      That’s when I realized I was in trouble.

(eusie.)

This is not a poem but this quote reminds me of you. "She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is. I think I understand her—for a moment, I presume to understand her— but then, from within this sadness, she surprises me with a brief flash of determination. Bravery, even. " – David Levithan, Every Day // I can't promise you a poem or story, but someday I'll write about you. ~k

But why do I think that the quote reminds me of you, and not of myself? Haha. Thanks anyway, K

No need to rush though, keep writing about yourself first, and of course, about him. Haha

[title]

hey... i miss you he says

        my lungs die &         for a moment,                    i feel skinless

[“i love to say goodbyes”]

        i tame myself &         breathless,                           i say

i miss... being in love with you

(eusie.)

me: is a sappy little shit

“I wish I knew when to quit you”

F o r     t h e     f i r s t     t i m e a f t e r     t w o     y e a r s y o u     l e t     m e k i s s     y o u

b u t

n i n e t e e n     h o u r s     l a t e r y o u     k i l l     m e    i n m y     s l e e p w i t h     t h e     p e n

i

a l w a y s     u s e d t o     w r i t e     a b o u t

y o u

(eusie.)

being

silence is comforting. but sometimes, it’s like a gun to the head, or a start button for overthinking to creep over. (eusie.)

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