I'm Going To Be Happy For You. Even If You Go To Her. I Don't Mind. I Want To Be Happy Even If You're

Misery is knowing that I'm always going to be your second choice. Because there is always someone better than me.

It's fine since I'm used to it now

How can you think I’m the most beautiful creature you've ever seen? I still can’t look myself in the eye in front of the mirror.

I’m starting to believe you

    I want to see the world through your eyes. I want to know what it is like to be unnoticed, to know how the wind can feel without running through it. I want to see how you see me, not as what everyone wants me to be, but just as I am. Just as me.

Inside the Artist #2

I don't know how to tell you that you're perfect without seeming like I'm some asshole who doesn't know the difference between the book definition and someone who knows what true beauty is. But that's what you are. Perfect. Not the book description, you are the picture of beauty in my mind. You think you're not perfect but you are. And I hope you can understand that this is the truth and that whatever anyone else tells you and if it drags you down, they are wrong. You are perfect.

- because you asked me to describe something indescribable

You told me you liked magic, I like magic too. I love the targeted deception, almost like feelings, but with a fire pit inside. Like how your touch is like the trick I pull when I say 'pick a card'. How your breath against my skin is nothing more than an illusionist's touch on their own special segment. You told me you liked magic. Little did I know your favorite trick was the disappearing act.

Now You Don't

This feeling, what is it? Puppy love? A school boy crush? I hope not, I want this feeling to last. This feeling of belonging right where I am and not having to prove myself to get here. I want this to last, I want this to last. I want this peace to keep flowing over me, I want to feel like I am nothing. Because that is what I feel is going to be my escape when everything comes crashing down around me. Because you'll still be here, and I'll still be me.

Inside the Artist #5

"It's 2 in the morning and I wish you here. Stupid right..."

- 2 AM Thoughts (via. Wounded-writing)

I feel the closest to you when you are the farthest away.

I can feel you in my heart

You taught me that I should love myself first. That my happiness shouldn’t be rooted in another human. Because human love is doomed to fail from the very start and I should have ran away the first time.

It's fine. I'm used to being alone.

2 am Thoughts