I bought plum blossoms
more for the name
than for the color;
I buy lipstick that way, too.
In other words,
if it sounds like a poem,
I’ll take it.
I think there comes a time when you meet someone and you just want to make them smile for the rest of your life.
Its not just about sex… Don’t get me wrong sex is fucking great… But when you have a connection with someone… When you feel so strong for someone… Just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak… You just cant beat that…
I think you need to fall in love with the wrong person. I think you need to fight and cry and sweat and bleed and fail. I think you need to have bad relationships and bad breakups. I think you need all of that so that when the right person and the right relationship comes along you can sigh with relief and say, “Ah yes. That is how its supposed to feel.”
I miss you,
I wonder who you are now
because I know that the person ignoring my liquor spit filled voicemails
is not the same person who used to drape me over their shoulder and carry me home when the alcohol hit my knees and made me too dizzy to slur anything but “I love you”
you used to say it back.
You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you, And you’ll never treat yourself right darlin’, but I want you to, If I let you know, I’m here for you, Maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you.