homesick
i thought of you and to my very core
i felt homesick; and i hated that so much
to have this feeling associated with you
cause all i wanna do is run into your arms
and be pressed up against your arms
holding me; and yes that’s all i want
right now as i think of all the things
that make me happy, your face floats
in and out of focus, cause missing you
is the hardest thing i’ve ever had to go
through; and i’m afraid that maybe you don’t.
i look at my friends, and their perfect
love stories, well ours is still ongoing;
but i can’t help but think if its come to a halt
and i hate thinking this way, its like my brain
has gone in a hyperdrive trying to fish for
reasons to not lose hope; and that’s when
i realised how hopeless i’ve become.
how much you’ve become a part of my life
and i hate that i don’t want you to be my past
cause all i wanna do is lie next to you right now.
as we lie next to each other and i look
into the bottomless pits of your eyes,
i will have known true comfort;
and i never imagined i’d be so forlorn over you
and i never imagined i’d be pouring my
heart out like this at 1 fuckin’ 30 pm
but its how i feel, and for once i don’t regret
spilling out my heart like this;
confronting my feelings: raw, is the best
thing i will have done and i won’t be sorry.
i keep replaying the scene in my head
when we finally meet; i’ll run into your arms
finally feeling safe; finally feeling loved.
and i’d look into your eyes and smile against
your embrace, forgetting my troubles in that
moment and you will have become mine
and i, yours; finally feeling content
finally feeling at peace with no war raging inside of me;
finally living the moment i will have always dreamt of;
finally feeling at home…
-AM
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love is scary, but i love it
sometimes it scares the shit out of me that i love this person so much. it scares me how i can go to any lengths just to know if they’re okay. it scares me that i’ve never felt like this before and it scares me that i won’t feel this way again. never did i once think that being truly entranced by someone’s beauty, be it inner or outer, would have me encapsulated so bad. its strangely addicting, this feeling of wanting to be someone’s “someone”.
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epiphany
i thought i had it bad, till i realised i didn’t. i’m so grateful for all the little things that i come across every single day. what would my life be like if i didn’t get to see the neighbour’s cat everyday. or if i didn’t get to see the kids running around on the playground trying to catch each other’s kites. what would my life be like if i never met my friends or if i never got to taste what my grandma’s infamous porridge was like. what would my life be like if i hadn’t had this epiphany and didn’t appreciate the autumn leaves changing colour. shades ranging from crimson to golden. the sky in its enormity offering us everything.
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“You’re not some blank canvas for others to project their interests onto. Own your OWN interests. Own your opinions, your thoughts. You are allowed to change yourself when you want, and commit yourself when you want. Of course you can share the interests of your friends and significant others, and you can dislike what you want. The keyword here is “YOU”. Just make sure you do it for YOU.”
— (learned the hard way, and forgiving myself daily)
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this is exactly what it feels like
creative writing’s just like yeah sure i can deal with my issues i just need to cover them in several layers of metaphors first
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