You always said I took too long to brush my teeth
and I said give me two minutes, I have to be thorough,
but I was waiting for you to make room for me in your bed.
You always used my toothbrush whenever you needed a new one,
but I wished you left it by yours to stare at each morning
and night to be reminded of my two minutes.
It’s painfully evident.
I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that are concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was… And I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.
— Carrie Ryan, The Dead-Tossed Waves (via freebirdofthesky)
I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
Keep me close wrapped in your love
you are the one that i’ve dreamed of
let me remember for all my days
every feeling i feel today
My heart’s been healed
you make me whole
Lost no more am i in this world
on blissful days my toes you curl
velocity as we intertwine
every moment like sweet red wine