I hate that you’re happy without me, because I’m sure as hell empty without you.
Underneath My Bones
Why do I smoke? I’ve seen all of the warnings. I’ve seen all of the pictures of what it does to a person’s lungs. I’ve promised my parents that I would never touch the stuff. Yet here I am, a cigarette hanging between my fingertips. And I enjoy it. My lungs are paying the price but that doesn’t seem to stop me. Maybe it’s more proof that humans desire what can easily destroy them. It’s as if we secretly enjoy pain. We’re all masochists and life is our sweet torture.
I knew I must have loved you because when you left, my world crumbled to pieces and my mind shattered, even though you promised me it wouldn’t.
Do you know why I love you? Because you don’t attempt to understand every part of me. You accept me as I am with no explanations needed.
I dream of your gentle hands and soft kisses. I dream of your husky laugh and careful words. I dream of the way you hold me. I dream of how we argue and immediately make up. I dream of your bright eyes and dark hair. I dream of you every night. I wonder when we’ll meet.
Memory is either a curse or a blessing. Memories have the capability of making a person feel elated, excited, or even unloved and sad. Memories give us hope, push us towards a future, or they can make us not want to take another step. It’s strange how memories and the mind have the ability to destroy us. Why do we let them?
Even when I go I hope you’ll keep my promise. Even when I make you angry enough to shout I hope you’ll keep my promise. Even when I’m far away and you can’t hold me, I hope you’ll keep my promise. But above all else, I hope you’ll always love me.
The clouds take your shape and the wind carries your voice. The rain feels like your sorrow and the sun shines like your eyes. The ocean mirrors your anger and the trees dance like you did. I see you everywhere I go and I absolutely hate it.
Eyes hold the truth to ones soul. Lies can be detected simply by looking at the eyes. They hold its owners pain and happiness. It’s a shame people don’t bother to look into each others eyes for fear of seeing pure honest candor.