he brought you roses and even though
your best friend always said that
nature belongs where it grows
you still thought it was the nicest thing
anyone had ever done for you just because it meant
you had been noticed
later when he broke you,
you plucked a daisy from it’s home
and thought maybe we love picking flowers
because it gives us the power
to destroy something
All of a sudden
I miss everyone
even the ones
who are not gone
— The Joy of Being Alive | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
When i told my mother about you, I said
I could pray at your altar mouth forever
And then commit blasphemy when
forever is over to keep things interesting.
I said that when you’re sad i’d go to the
nearest store to get you digestives.
When you’re extra sad, i’d go extra far to
get the ones you like the most.
I like you the most.
I said I tell you that i want your hands on
places nothing has touched.
My liver, my kidney, my slightly browned
I said that you put your hands down my
throat and you hugged my insides so well
that they forget who made them.
When you kiss me, I forget what a hand is.
When I finished telling her about you,
my mother said anyone could find this
kind of love anywhere.
Her hands are still empty
— Salma.D - about you (via fingeringcharlie)
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
— Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women (via kushandwizdom)