dream me the world; semi-hiatus
iz, xvii, she/her
when people fall in love, they burst into flames
"our touches
are hard and desperate,
our kisses are crushing.
the words we exchange
are often harsh,
accompanied by
rolling eyes and
sarcastic undertones.
most would call this vile,
vehement, vicious,
and bordering on cruel.
but now, i have come to realize that,
perhaps, love
isn’t only communicated
through dreamy sighs
and soft kisses.
with him,
i have learned that,
perhaps, love
can be jagged, rough,
and unbelievably sharp.
a mess of shattered pieces,
we cut ourselves daily.
we trip and we bleed,
and we fall and fall and fall."
are hard and desperate,
our kisses are crushing.
the words we exchange
are often harsh,
accompanied by
rolling eyes and
sarcastic undertones.
most would call this vile,
vehement, vicious,
and bordering on cruel.
but now, i have come to realize that,
perhaps, love
isn’t only communicated
through dreamy sighs
and soft kisses.
with him,
i have learned that,
perhaps, love
can be jagged, rough,
and unbelievably sharp.
a mess of shattered pieces,
we cut ourselves daily.
we trip and we bleed,
and we fall and fall and fall."
with him, i have learned that we don’t have to be fixed. you can heal and still be broken. // a look inside neil josten’s journal pt.3 // for @andrewminyarrr // d.c (via aaronminyxrd)