capaldi

now the day bleeds
into nightfall
and you're not here
to get me through it all

I let my guard down
and then you pulled the rug
I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Eastside //

Two writers should never fall in love with each other.
Not until they are ready to be a part of each other's stories.

Everyone is struggling.
It's okay if people don't understand you.

I had a minor setbacks for the last couple of years.
I had no idea what to do or to whom I should reached out.

But one thing I was certain at that time,
I told myself it's going to get better.

I push away the people I want the most in my life, and I tell myself that it’s because I need to learn to live without attachments. But deep inside all I want is for someone to resist my efforts at pushing them away and tell I am worth holding on to even when I’m acting like a complete idot.

gone

the moon is the only one I can call mine
but like everyone else
it’s only there for some time and gone in rest

- amna dhanani

there were things I wanted to put on paper
but the words hurt too much to write

shallow

tell me something boy
aren’t you tired trying to fill that void
or do you need more?
ain’t it hard keeping it so hardcore

I’m falling
in all the good times I find myself longing
for change
in all the bad times I fear myself

those who hold space for you

these are the people who come into our lives for a mere moment. they are people who pass you by and yet still are able to make you feel less alone in the world. you may only share a few words with them or even just a glance. these people make an impact when you need one the most.

nothing heals

the past like time 

and they can't steal 

the love you're born to find

- Dean Lewis

A Postcard

To the man I love, to my future.

The first time I felt your presence, I began joining the dots in the sky wondering when our stars would align.

I often think of where you are and if you're happy.

Are you in love?

I hope she is gentle.

I know you and I are the same in that way.

We bruise a little more easily than most.

You see, our souls were made in the same breath.

I know I'm running late.

I'm sorry.

Things haven't worked out the way I planned.

But believe me when I tell you I am on my way.

Until the, think of me, dream of me and I will do the same.

One day I will learn your name, and I will write it somewhere on this page.

And we will realise that we have known each other all along.

- Lang Leav