I want someone to really want me. Make a big deal about me, tell me I’m on your mind way too fucking much but you kinda like it. Make it completely obvious that I’m the person you want. Tell me you can’t wait to see me; show me how you feel so I can feel it too.
Make me feel something I’ve never felt before. Tell your friends about me & I’ll tell them about how you make butterflies swam my stomach. Want me as much as I want you.
Look at me, please. Look at me and remember.
Remember saying you couldn’t live without me.
Remember telling me you missed me at 1 AM when you were worlds away.
Remember holding me under the stars on that mountain when you were so afraid you were going to lose me- because that was one of your worst fears.
Remember sleeping on each other’s shoulders.
Remember holding my hand as we climbed that peak as if it was the last thing we’d ever do.
Remember calling me at midnight for my birthday.
Remember telling the waiter my order because you knew it by heart.
Remember swearing you loved me.
Remember promising you’d always love me.Please. I don’t want to be the only one to remember. I don’t want to think you’ve forgotten me that easily. I don’t want to think you’ve stopped loving me, ‘cause I’m still hoping you do.
Look at me and remember and wonder how you ever could have forgotten, please.
This was an ugly poem but desperation is hideous and that is what I am—
desperate for you to come back. Desperate for you. You used to be the one more afraid of losing me, but then you were the one that left in the end.
Ironic, some would say. I say it’s tragic.
But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
Tell me a story.
Tell me about the late night cravings and wishes that plague your mind. Tell me about the thoughts that assault your senses early in the morning. Tell me about your bad day yesterday. Rant about it. Tell me what you love, what you don’t love, what you hope for, and what you lost. Tell me about your midnight fantasies – may it be about the person who surrounds your mind with the warm blanket of his/her eyes, or the untold longings hidden deep inside the chambers of your heart. Tell me what makes you tick. Tell me obvious facts about you – your favorite color, food, movie, etc. Tell me a time when you were just six years old and how you tried to ride a bike for the first time. Who kissed those tiny bruises away? Tell me about that moment when you first laid your eyes on your first crush. Tell me who makes your heart beat with desire. Tell me about that day when you had your heart broken for the first time. Who kissed those damaged pieces? Tell me your struggles, your accomplishments, your fears, and your dreams. Tell me who you were then, who you are now, and who you hope to become.
Tell me a story of your life.
Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.
“I hope we last. I hope we do.
But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me:
I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.
Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.
If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.
Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.
// Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
(via
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This made me cry it hit so close to home
(via j-ealousies)
are you just going to shut me out forever? it hurts so bad
you were supposed to love me forever
I want to relapse, you said you’d always be there when I got like this
where are you
I fucking hate you hate hate hate
no I don’t, but I wish I could
I’m in love with you and that is what I hate
I hate that you broke me and lied to me and left me in the dark
I’m afraid of the dark
I hate that you found someone new already, I hate that she’s better than me, I hate that she’s touching you
I don’t want to forget about you, I can’t
I’ll miss you forever
Sleep with me. I couldn’t care less if we were wearing five layers of clothes, or nothing at all. You belong in my bed. You deserve to feel the comfort of what I call ‘paradise’.
Sleep with me. Let me help you recreate the warmth that left your fingertips years ago. I want to hear you breathe easily, as the sound drowns out every single worry on my weary mind.
Sleep with me. I don’t mean to create such a sense urgency, but you deserve to feel safe, and I’ll do everything in my power to make that happen.
the only way to never be forgotten by someone is to hurt them, and now i understand why you hurt me, you didn’t want me to ever be able to forget you and that explains the sleepless nights, followed by the tired mornings, not to mention me screaming through my tears when i collapse to the floor begging for it to all to go back to how things were before i ever got hurt by you, now i see, you wanted me to have constant memory of you and full on agony because of it.
my smile is terrible don’t ever make me smile. my laugh is also terrible don’t ever make me laugh. my anything is terrible. don’t make me do anything. don’t look at me
glamheaven
No matter how nice and sweet you are there’s always a jealous ass insecure bitch that hates on you
