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Kinda Just Wanna Makeout Right About Now
Kinda just wanna makeout right about now
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More Posts from Wisp-of-thought
And perhaps the only beautiful thing left in this life is the way a heart is broken. The way it refuses to let light pass through it peacefully any longer. Refuses to be looked past anymore. The way it fractures. Cracks. Shatters. The way it becomes a broken glass mosaic. The way the light now refrects off it and blinds every eye. Intices every hand to come closer and run fingers along its jagged and scared surface. Watch the dripping blood stain the broken heart sea glass red. See the light, enjoying every moment it dances with the shattered glass, and the shards of the heart, they learn to love it too.
~ Why people fall in love with heartbreak~ T.R.
I thought I loved you
And then you left
And I realized I most definitely did
~Always a little too late~ T.R.
To be a writer
Is to watch
Ink splatter like blood
& People scatter like shrapnel
To know that
Pencils are prayers
Pens are promises
& that poetry books
Are filled
With dying flowers
& wilting words
Poetry
Is a good friend
She waits patiently
While I cry
& just when I think
I may drown in this sorrow
She reminds me
Of how to turn ruined mascara
& tears into ink
Holds me long after the inspiration has gone home
& kisses all the broken beautiful
Who did it better? 007
Mind/ Emotion reading
Aaron Warner vs. Rhysand High Lord of the Night Court