Not everything that feels good

Makes sense

So

I’m holding out

For you…

— i snuck through your door, covered in midnight pool water and regret. and we haven’t spoken in months, but baby, i can still feel your hands on my hips and your fingers in my mouth.

k.tb (7/29/21)

July 28

Believe it or not, I again forgot.

Is this normal to wake up one day and not remember once certain day in the past? It hasn't even been a week and yet I can't remember. I keep racking my brains for any piece of information. Maybe I could find something worth. Maybe a minute, or even just a second.

Believe it or not, I again forgot.

12:50 - 12:53pm

BITS OF YOU

I want to take the bits of you I love and press them like roses between the pages of my favourite book right above the deepest proses and I want to take all the rags that you hate in yourself and display them on my refrigerator to the left of ‘world’s best chef’ to show you that I’m still proud of the person in you I see and appreciate you out loud for the person you will be but most of all I’ll spin you like a globe and drag my index across it till it stops to discover the pieces of you that over the years have sourced your teardrops I want to wrap them up in satin and place them in an old casket to tuck it away safely in my wardrobe right beneath my favourite jacket to promise you that like all the others i’ll never let these pieces go and i'll love you in all your colours that i’ll be there to help you grow 'cause when you show someone your demons and all your secret canals you’re trusting them to save you from crumbling like the left ventricle trusts its valves ~@rebelliousrochelle please donot repost, reblogs and likes appreciated. thanks for reading!

The Wall

the months, linda pastan

Barkeep

“Hey! Give me another” It came from across the room. Another lost soul they thought.. “Gin and tonic?” “What do you think?” Just a touch sardonic. Ohhh, I’ll give them just what they wanted. Cucumber and lime, Just a touch of “time” Quinine And “Sublime” Add Ice cubes One clink at a “thyme” “A drink isssss What I got!” Miming in a stupor  “This potable here? It is superb sure!”  The playlist was stagnant Reeking with nostalgia  A blast from the past A feeling to last Like Fibromyalgia “I think my girlfriend is pregnant” “Ahhh! My sciatica!” As they leapt from the chair And proceeded to wonder off elsewhere Tears glistened in eyes Left behind by further enterprise A full drink While one starts to empty The tips flowing in Are more then exemplary! I know how to mix the perfect caesar Forgo the tabasco Substitute Ether Cucumber slices Midlife crisis “I wouldn’t want to be where you are either” I’ve a third ear To hear clearer While the man with a glass eye Begins to sigh And signals to buy Another round Starts waxing profound “Aye... The sirens are a beautiful sound” *An extra “blind eye” is then found* “Hey! Barkeep! Pour us another! This poor soul Just lost his brother And then, my friend.. This one is drinking for their dear mothers end” I guess we are all  trying to smother, The feelings we feel Unencumbered Alas The clock ticks down In “SemiSonic” slivers In closing remarks “Be the one who delivers”  

i feel like i

am dying sometimes

these days

but i am trying

to rein it in because

the next guy is an avalanche

and i am just a storm

- me

From hello's in the hallways And sharing lunch at the playground, From late night texts And monthly sleepovers, To the confiding nights And all our fights. We grew out of our clothes together, And promised each other forevers. The sounds of our laughter echoed in the midnight silence; As we reminisced all our inside jokes, And around me; as the conversation flows, I remember all our highs and lows As I feel how much how much I love everyone sitting next to me, I realise, in that moment, we were infinite. ~Ag and ps (@church-of-burnt-romances and @burn-like-starss )

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get me back to my roots, i forgot where they were planted