-Slug (via rhymez)
Anonymous said: Get tinder and get over her lol
That’s cute, you think I have game.
Anonymous said: 2,15,28,30
2. Do you miss anyone?
Of course, we spend the entirety of our lives meeting people and exchanging a portion of our lives with them so it’s only natural that when they leave you miss them. It’s like losing a part of yourself.
15. Is it hard for you to get over someone?
My last “real” girlfriend was in grade 10 and to this day there has not been a single person that has outdid her. I am over her now but it took a damn long time especially when half your writing is about her.
28. What is something you currently want right now?
I want her to have her smile back. She recently got out of a relationship and even if prior I just wanted physical intimacy there is something that kills me that somewhere out there she’s not smiling but crying instead.
On a selfish note, I hope she would talk to me again.
30. How is your heart lately?
Alive but pretty much dead.
I’m afraid to kiss you
I know the moment I go past that bridge there is a whole new world waiting for me, and it scares me. I know what it means to pass through because I’ve done it so many times before and it leads me to the same place always.
Right here with someone like you.
Someone who I grow crazy over, someone whose simple smiles changes my entire mood, someone who makes me laugh uncontrollably, someone who causes the redness to grow in my cheeks as she stares at me. They have this power over me. Eventually I stop resisting these unworldly feelings because I’ve come to accept them and its entirety.
I accept the way we do every corny shit that movies depict, the way we steal quick glances and the endless thoughts that are imprinted in each other’s eyes, and the soothing jolt I get from my body when our hands mesh like gears in a clock, working smoothly together to function.
Then it becomes the simpler things, like how you close your eyes and smile when I kiss you on your forehead leaving my mark forever, like the way your lips melt my own, like the way your smell lingers into my thoughts and have become a permanent resident, like the way I see you every time you’re not around and just seeing you, makes me actually want to be with you.
Then it gets to this part.
Where I have become consumed by you, where without you I feel empty and worthless, two evils mixed into one dangerous alcohol potion, where I become drunk in desperation to be your everything, where my greed to imprint a perfectionist image on you that I scorn when you defile, where it is hard when my own insecurities play ball and jealousy arises for stupidest reasons. This has all become just a routine.
I made you special. Then you’re gone.
Someone, the way, like, where.
There is too much normality; let’s switch it up a bit.