I Was Born A Hopeless Romantic by ChloroformBoy, literature
Literature
I Was Born A Hopeless Romantic
but i've since dropped the "Romantic"
the urge to kiss you
drives me insane,
but that's not even
the silliest part;
You change too much,
too soon, too "too"
but never just right
there's no right way anymore by paperheartsyndrome, literature
Literature
there's no right way anymore
i do not know why we do these things to each other.
our sentences lack all the proper meaning. we only say what we're feeling when we're feeling nothing at all and keep all the most important things we could ever think to say safe beneath guarded tongues. we are clever in all the wrong ways.
it's about how we do all the things we're expected to because to actually do what we want the mostthe things that scare uswould mean having to take a risk. we might need to deal with the possibility that we have something to lose by doing nothing at all.
there is a complete certainty that we've gotten content in our lonelinessin our m
this is half-hearted living. by paperheartsyndrome, literature
Literature
this is half-hearted living.
i know i'm going to have to say goodbye soon. and i can't stand it. i won't even think of it outside the confines of this sentence and the sinking feeling I get anytime i'm driving too fast just to get away from this place. these four walls have left me feeling more alone than i ever expected. mostly because this house feels empty. even when everyone is here and even when i can't think because of all the yelling pulsating down the hallways, it's unspeakably hollow. i know it's because this place isn't home anymore. since home is a person and i lost that. i'm not where i'm supposed to be. i'm not with who i'm supposed to be. and i'm not who i'
this mistake isn't beautiful. by paperheartsyndrome, literature
Literature
this mistake isn't beautiful.
My biggest mistake was ever pretending I was special.
When a perfect moment goes to your head, it seems to be so much more than you ever imagined. Finally, the feelings are less lonely. You find that all of your sharp edges and emptiness are smoothed over and filled by someone else's words. You actually feel safe in this person's arms after a lifetime of being too afraid to get close. So when everyone tells you this is love, you believe them.
Suddenly, you can't do anything without it being completely consumed by them. Maybe this is completely unhealthytotally wrong, but all you know is now it seems like unraveling this one individual