Why Do I Have To Feel If All I've Felt Is Hurt.

“You aren't even mine, but I still love you like you are.”

A.M. {unrequitedly}

sometimes, i wonder if i'd pushed myself just a little harder in the past, i would have held onto something meaningful by now.

- a.m. {they never last}

in too deep

your blue eyes always resembled a stormy sea;

the kind with strong waves crashing against the jagged rocks below,

the kind of waters that people put up warning signs for

the kind that dares for only the bravest of the brave to jump into

and by the time they found me, i was already addicted to drowning

- no one could save me from you

a.r.

i tore myself apart, trying to give you the whole world. and when i returned - bloodied, exhausted and proud - somehow, for you it still wasn't enough.

-a.m. {will i ever be?}

fate

do you ever wonder that your soulmate could be in the same room as you

and you wouldn’t even know until the universe finally decides to intertwine your paths

- just a thought

a.r.

i want to feel the tingles of electricity shoot up my arm when you touch my hand; a simple act, that holds so much meaning. i want to feel the flutter my heart makes in its cage, as my name rolls off your tongue; the way you make it sound as if it’s the most beautiful word. i want my head to spin as the world around us begins to fade away, the moment your lips gently press onto mine; each passionate kiss carved into my memory. i want the love that causes a shiver throughout my body at the mere thought of you; the one that will soon make me fall apart without you. but, here i am, sitting alone in a crowded room, wondering if i’ll ever experience a type of love as ultimately consuming as that.

A.R. {the type you read about in novels}

unrequited

little did he know he had captured the heart of a girl who fell for the words he was writing to someone else

- oh heart, why this one

a.r.

our little secret

let’s hide under the covers of stolen glances and goofy faces,

the uncontrollable laughter and obvious admiration,

while we endlessly argue the fact that we are not in love

- to my ‘almost’

a.r.

“the thing about liking someone, is that anybody else can like them too.

and it kinda sucks when you know you’re only an option.”

A.M. {and even more when it's not you}

I’d love nothing more than to hold your heart in my hands, to finally have something good in my life. But I can’t. For I’m too afraid that with one touch, your light will disappear and you’ll fade away; Because I’ve learned that everything I love always leaves me broken, in the dark.

A.R.