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I LOVE THIS BOY’S WHINING. IT’S AMAZINGLY SOOTHING

cr: kimsnowtae

this looks like something he would do

I Don't

I dont write because I still want to be in love with you I dont write because I still pine over you I dont write to hurt you with words you will never read I write for the past , I write for the love shared and lost between us I write for September when we thought made it through the worst I write for October when we lost it all I write for the days I spent missing you and wished you felt the same I write to remember how if felt to be yours and to remind myself that the third time isnt a charm I write to remind myself that I got through the times I thought my heart would cave in on itself , starving from the loss of love it used to feed on. I write for tomorrow , yours and mine. We might not wake up knowing that we belong to each other But we open our eyes , welcoming the new day knowing that even though we may not love each other the same way anymore , we were two halves of a beautiful whole. We know we wont forget what we had , now a distant memory but one that will always be treasured.

My eyes were screaming but you closed yours and walked away

Amsterdam will consume you and tear apart your soul, only to mend it back together in a slightly different way, leaving behind the signature of pure art which will forever be a part of you. The seasons of the year might change, painting nature in dozens of bright colours, but the essence of the city will crawl under your skin, infect your blood and inject a new form of living, a new form of art, into your veins.

// and you will never be the same j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

If I could have given you more than a piece of my fragmented heart , would you have stayed to put the pieces back where they belong ?

I looked for stars and galaxies and endless wonder in your eyes but all i found was a harsh moonless night

Disremember

Put me in poetry where I’ll never fade In messy scribbles Slanted words On paper permanently made

In songs that will live For a thousand years more Lingering in the air Sing me til your lungs are sore

Paint me in hues My abstract eyes have never seen Paint me in beauty I never knew

Capture me in photographs so you’ll never forget But please Dont disremember me just yet

Me: *writes something* wow that was pretty good

Me: *reads someone else's writing* aha okay, fuck this I am the worst writer in the world