I just want to look into your eyes, especially when you just woke up and are still struggling to keep them up.
You would pull me in, and I would be covered in your scent. My arms wrapped in yours. I want to feel that skin again, your finger runs on the side of my face. And that noon light shining from the side window, hitting the cream white bed sheet now wrinkled up with our spooning. Your lips could meet mine, and that bottom lip of my favorite would greet me.
But best of all, you are there to greet me.

And I sat,
Reading the lines of
Melancholy taiwan pop
the songs that i sang
With so much ease
So carefree only around
5 years ago

And now I sang,
Trying to run through
Those lines that pull
How much you have ran
Through my head
When the shadow of the moon
Is pulled as the hours
Of the night drags
And my bed remains empty
Where you used to be

And I sang as if
They were just any
Other lines from a light
Reading book I picked up
Randomly in young adult
Session of the bookstore
You never failed to find me in

And the emptiness
Just swims further in.

Can you come back to me
Because my back crave the warmth that mould in to me
so fine so effortlessly
And my arms missed being wrapped around and my neck would feel the snoozing breath of yours and second later the rhythmic pace of a still mountain slowly rising and letting go

she keeps me warm
and I told me myself. 
it was my love that kept you warm 
as it was yours that kept us safe. 

because blindfold comes so handy now,
you could run to a barrier built of flesh, 
sink into their heat and live off as a parasite
feed on the river with
pollutants in waves 
of the fallen
from path
touched

but the warmth is no summer
that you brought in,
and radiated throughout 
the past 18 months
it was not the ray
I orbited around
with my moments of moons,
jupiters and mars, saturn and the faded pluto
your presence violates my strings of planets 
throws me off guard,
clashes the lightyears,
stirs suffocating storms
of dark choking
dust

then blackhole vacuumed the billion of stars,
the leftover beams, your rays extinguished,
and carved hollowness all over 
and it slowly digested 
eliminated 
faded
spit
to
. 

will-x-vi:

humble-rose:

I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do.

Fuck. This is the realest shit I’ve read today. Like it’s ok to feel special to be treated nice but you have to remember that you deserve that. You SHOULD be treated well. Don’t latch onto someone just because they’re doing what should be required. Acknowledge it and keep it flowing

(Source: geaux-tev, via bang)