(Source: districtofchic, via ysvoice)
Curiously Introspective
A twenty year old student infatuated with literature, concepts, theories, and all things peculiar.
7040Fall
I’ve never felt so beautiful as I do when I’m in your arms, held so tightly with our faces drawn together as if it was the last we’d ever see of each other. I’m falling so quickly; I only pray you’ll be there to pick up the pieces should I shatter.
Shed your exterior, let it fall to the floor. I’m as vulnerable as you, only too soon will you see through the glass that just barely holds me together. I’m cold and contained. A reflection of yourself is all that’ll appear whenever you lay eyes on me. Don’t fall for the mirage. Don’t fall for the image. Don’t fall.
(Source: pity-party, via cytoplasms)
(Source: moleskinelovers)
(Source: ysvoice)
A Blank Slate (and a Guilty Conscience)
I will run you down into the ground;
crack your knees until your eyes overflow
with so many tears you won’t see,
see the sea you’ve begun to flounder in.
It will engulf you just as the weight of my
heart once did, as the stones attach
themselves to every one of your toes.
I will gut your emotions; remove them bit
by bit in a methodical motion only I would
recognize as being capricious and malicious,
certainly not precious, as it had seemed to you.
With no blood to give you warmth, no hand
to bring you comfort; your body remains still,
yet sways like a pendulum, calmly back and forth.
Your opulent soul, so evasive as I watch.
The Lively Orchid
I’m catching all the raindrops,
Caught in a pensive state —
Where the greenery lies in a
World of grey; it’s a place only I curate.
The cacophony lingers - discrepant to a
Sight so abundant in nature’s elements.
Daisies sprout from my every limb,
As the firmament illustrates my silent lament.
Each day, a flower plucked just for you.
Each day, I become your morning dew.
Overturning, anew.
(via ysvoice)
