you

Stop acting


so fucking wounded.


The only person

that can pick you up,


push back your shoulders,


wipe the tears,


mend the broken bones


and get you out of your slump


is you.


Now go and live,


there is so much to be


happy about

baby I'm yours

"Baby, I’m yours til the stars fall from the sky baby,
I’m yours til the rivers all run dry,
Yours til the sun no longer shines"
Arctic Monkeys "Baby I'm Yours"

forever?

“Forever isn’t for everyone. Is forever for you? It sounds like settling down or giving up but it don’t sound much like you girl.”

Arctic Monkeys ‘Snap Out Of It’

from a long time ago

He's a bear. A bear that's stalking me. So I walk faster to try and escape him. eventually I run so far away that I think he's gone; so I put my guard down. I turn around to go home but BAM! There he is again and I can't escape him. I can't escape his laugh when I do something silly. I can't escape the joking tone in his voice when he mocks me. I can't escape his sculpted hands or how he has a little jump in his step after something has made him particularly happy. I can't escape the sadness in his eyes when he looks into mine. I can't escape the trembles that shake my spine, one vertebrae at a time, when he touches me. No matter who I hide behind or what I do to get my mind off of him I can't escape him. But the sad part is that he doesn't even notice what he's doing. I always go back to him to make myself an easy target. I start it, he ends it. He starts it, I never end it. But not this time. I'll start it and I'll make it last as long as it needs to without actually doing anything or falling for his trap. Hopefully. 

I wish I was smart so I could know the correct answer without having to go through trial and error. 

I wish I was sweet enough to please your sweet tooth so we could never get into an argument again. 

I wish I was cunning so I could devise a plan. A plan to break your heart without making mine more vulnerable to your unintentional games.

But I don't want your heart broken. 

I want it on your sleeve

So I can steal it, like you stole mine.

~

He is not a constellation.

You should not wish to be the cigarette touching his lips. 


He will not appear through the fog and heal your wounds.

Only you can do that.


So get out of bed and put on some lipstick.


Stop falling at his feet.


Save yourself.

lost

I used to like losing myself in things until I got lost in you and never came home

change

I realized I was holding onto something that doesn't exist anymore. 
That the person I missed didn't exist anymore.
People change.
The things we like and dislike change.
And we could wish all day long that they didn't, but they always will.