DOES ANYONE ELSE GET LIKE REALLY HAPPY WHEN SOMEONE LEANS THEIR HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER AND YOURE LIKE FUCK YEAH IVE BEEN CHOSEN AND YOU FEEL REALLY SPECIAL BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO STAY SO FUCKIBG STILL COS IF YOU MOVE THEYLL STOP LEANING ON YOU AND ITS LIKE NO COME BACK IM SORRRRYUWYY
In love on South Congress - Austin, TX - April 2011
I speak better in metaphor than
conversation. For instance,
Invite me for a double-shot mocha espresso
on a Sunday morning when the pouring rainfall
lays the baseline to the nervous symphonies in our chests.
I’ll say: Hey.
You see, I think writing is one of the only things
I could really be good at.
But I’m still trembling in worn seats as
a Pre-Criminal Justice major more at ease with
the concept of holding a .9mm than a ballpoint pen.
I’m still quiet in places where I should be loud,
tentative of compliments when I should be proud,
I’m still terrified of letting go and letting you in.
Because I will cradle your body and miss your calls, I will
kiss you tenderly and catch your fall then set you down
softly and walk the other way. I will say you are better off
with unbroken and cry and push you away yet pull
you inside if you show up at my doorstep that night; I
will call you at 3am and leave you a voicemail telling you
I’m both in love with you and sorry for you and I will call it art.
"Loving You is A Lot Like Writing Poetry" -Valentina Thompson (via theseoverusedwords)
Wow this is fucking beautiful