The Most Terrifying Thing Is When You Looked At Me Like I Could Heal You. And I Did Not Know How To Tell

The most terrifying thing is when you looked at me like I could heal you. And I did not know how to tell you that I had never pieced a broken heart together before.

All The Things I Never Told You

Too often I want to scream until I lose my voice. Until all I hear is ringing. Until all I feel is air in my lungs.  Until all I see are stars Until all the thoughts are silenced. And all the words I can never say are lost to the wind.

Bleeding Out

Writeblr Secret Admirer Project.

Hello, writeblrs!

My name is Castor and I’ve begun an event to help spread love and encouragement across our community all in the act kindness. Please, reblog this post ONLY if you plan on joining in! Here is how it works!

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He reeked of innocence

You could smell it on his breath

Hear it when he spoke

See trails of it on everything he touched

It radiated off his clothes

And shone from his eyes

You could feel it brush you when he passed

It was practically leaking from his pores 

The purity

It left you breathless

The sincerity 

Left you crawling in your skin

The innocence 

Kept you mesmerized 

He reeked of innocence

Bleeding Out

She was simply lovely the poems say. But she was not simply anything. And that is why i loved her. She was complex and interesting. She was unique and beautiful. And she was lovely but not simply she was a complex sort of beauty.   

Ghost girl

Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely.

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale