who makes you the happiest, but the one
that makes you feel the most.
Who conducts your heart to bang the loudest,
who can drag you giggling
with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. Sierra DeMulder, excerpt from “Unrequited Love Poem” (via cigares)
And I don’t believe you when you tell me that my voice is your favorite sound,
Not when you can sing like that.
One of your ex’s name tastes like stale coffee
And the other one burns as if I’ve swallowed a scalding pot.
You don’t understand why I don’t discuss my first love with you
But how am I supposed to tell the sun that I once fell for the moon?
If I could, I’d pay rent for the spaces between your fingers,
So if anyone else tried to intertwine their hand with yours,
They would be trespassing.
I’m very good at useless metaphors
And very bad at telling people how I feel
But on our worst nights, you’re snow in the month of March
and even though I’m sick of winter,
I will never stop appreciating the beauty of a blizzard. All About Us, #1 (via dare-you-to-love-me)
Let’s walk around the park, lay down on the grass, and cuddle under the bright stars. I don’t even care where we are, as long as I have you with me. I want to stay up with you until the sun rises, no matter how tired we are. Let’s just do whatever the fuck we want, because no one’s watching anyways.