~One More Thing... Just One More Request Before You Leave Me. Promise You'll Never Forget Me. Pinky Promise?~

~One more thing... just one more request before you leave me. Promise you'll never forget me. Pinky Promise?~

-a poem of a new kind

~He must have called me pretty at least 10 times today, and my face flushed every single time. Then again, I wasn't really counting, but the emphasis in his words made me believe it in the moment.~

-a poem of a new kind

~Somedays, it feels like my heartbeat is so strong that I believe others can feel each beat rattling their skulls. I'm afraid they can see my heart fighting against my ribcage, each beat more painful than the last. To them, it looks like mild discomfort, but to me? To me, it feels like my heart could break free at any moment.~

-a poem of a new kind

“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”

— Clemence Poésy

~I want to know his deepest and darkest secrets in the deepest and darkest way~

-a poem of a new kind

~It's not that I don't miss our friendship. It's that I know the feelings of missing you will fade. Just like we faded from each others lives~

-a poem of a new kind