Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid. - poppyflowerpoetry (via perfect)
I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life. Robert Polito, excerpt from “Please Refrain from Talking During the Movie” (via larmoyante)
Please talk to me
About everything
Or anything
Or nothing in particular
Just so I know
I am still worth your words.
M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

loneliness is the house I wanted to live in
before I met you.
a place where nothing ever happens,
and I’m safe because of it.
you changed the ending.
took the wings off my airplane heart
and didn’t let it fly out of your greedy hands.
now you say you’re leaving
and miles away Rome falls.
its buildings crash to their knees after rising to meet you
for so long.

an origami sailboat
reminds you how sorry the
rivers are for falling in love
with temporary things.
now you say you’re leaving,
and miles away engines break
apart in the sky.
you look at me and say
here is a kingdom of promises I meant to give you.
i’m sorry their crowns keep falling off,
but it’s the best I could do.’

now you say you’re leaving
and miles away
icarus flies too close to the sun.
he knows exactly what he’s doing.
he always meant to leave through the

Y.Z, legend has it (via rustyvoices)
cursor by onehundred-vicless-nights