you are tired, (i think)


“You are tired,

(I think)

Of the always puzzle of living and doing;

And so am I.


Come with me, then,

And we’ll leave it far and far away—

(Only you and I, understand!)


You have played,

(I think)

And broke the toys you were fondest of,

And are a little tired now;

Tired of things that break, and—

Just tried.

So am I.


But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,

And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate

of your heart.”

by e.e. cummings

My Runaway Heart (Fell In Love With You)

wild heart slippery creature.
Of course I know better than to let my foolish little heart near you
But I’ve never been a good master
Letting it ride out on my sleeve
And now it’s run away.
To be fair, you did leave your door cracked.
And in this cold world,
Who can blame my heart for seeking the warmth of your hearth?
So it stays.
Perhaps you know it is there
And so you keep the fire stoked
That is what I like to think when I worry and wonder:
How I could have been so careless to let it get away?
For you are not like me
You keep your heart safe
Fiercely guarded.
I like to think that one brave day
When I tell you about my stowaway heart
You will say I know,
It has been keeping my own lonely heart company.
A soothing thought.
But if instead you put it back out into the dark night,
I won’t blame you
You can’t be expected to keep watch of a wild little heart not your own.
Maybe I will learn to be more careful with my heart the next time ’round.



fragile of heart

A heart is a fragile thing. That’s why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile than others. Purer, somehow. Like crystal in a world of glass, even the way they shatter is beautiful. 


I cannot unlove you

I cannot unlove you.

I cannot forget the way your
voice sounded in the middle
of the night.
I cannot forget the way your
lips felt pressed against
I cannot forget the way you
looked when you were asleep
next to me.
I cannot forget the way you
made everything okay,
I cannot unlove you
and it is killing me.



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❤ Unrequited ❤

“I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it’s perfect… As long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.” 

― Sarah DessenThe Truth About Forever



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Moon struck

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

― Sylvia PlathThe Collected Poems



Just Breathe

Does he really expect

me to vocalize a response while his fingers are touching my face? It’s pretty hard to speak and hold your breath at the same time. 

Colleen HooverHopeless


I Fell


I can already tell

he isn’t the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on.

He’s the kind of guy you fall hard for,

and the thought of that terrifies me.

― Colleen HooverHopeless


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Solitude, undesired


The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered without warning or satisfactory cause. 

One day the moon is yours, or so you believe. The next, his countenance transforms from Jekyll to Hyde with no intention of ever turning back, and you are left trampled upon in a deserted street, concealed by dirty fog that squelches all illumination or any hope for future rays of light. 

It is the worst of mysteries why a beast considered noble would forsake his duty, exhibiting a heart of stone. And all who once looked on him, now turn down their eyes and suffer, beguiled. 

Some poisons have no antidote, but are slow, silent, torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold, dark corner. There she is left to drown in her tears—a dying heart.


― Richelle E. GoodrichSmile Anyway



Promise of Love

I turn away

and close my heart–

to the promise of love

that is luring.

For the past has taught

not to be caught,

in what is not

worth pursuing.

To never do

the things I’ve done

that once had led

to my undoing.

~Lang Leav


Stand Tall

And while I could sit here

and feel sorry for myself, wondering why all of this happened to me..I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to wish for a perfect life. The things that knock you down in life are tests, forcing you to make a choice between giving in and remaining on the ground or wiping the dirt off and standing up even taller than you did before you were knocked down. I’m choosing to stand taller. I’ll probably get kicked down a few more times before this life is through with me, but I can guarantee you I’ll never stay on the ground.
― Colleen HooverHopeless

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