rudyfrancisco:

I can’t describe the sound of her voice

The music in her hugs

Or the rose pedals in her walk

But I imagine that her words

Are like fig leaves

That dance to the sound of opinions that refuse to be silenced

The conviction in her sentences

Can make an ocean question beauty of its own…

I’ve been told that I give bad hugs

People say it feels like I’m trying to escape 

It’s probably because I am

Secretly I get really nervous 

Every time someone gets close enough to hear me breathe

I have an odd fascination with things like sand castles and ice sculptures

I assume it’s because I usually find myself dedicating time to things that will only last a few moments

I guess that’s why I fall in love with things that will never love me back

and I know that sounds crazy but it’s easier than it seems

and to be honest I think it’s safer that way

you see relationships often remind that i’m not afraid of heights or falling 

but I am scared to death of everything thats going to happen the very moment

that my body hits the ground

I’m clumsy

Yesterday I tripped over my self-esteem

Landed on my pride and it shattered like a Iphone with a broken face

Now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment 

I’ve never been in the military but I have this purple heart

I got it from beating myself up over things I can’t fix

Some days i treat my body like a costume

and I feel like a mascot for a school no body wants to go to

I know this sounds weird but I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when i’m not around

I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out about all the things i’ve done behind their back

I have a hamper that’s over flowing with really really looud mistakes

and a grave yard in my closet

I’m afraid if i let you see my skeletons

you’d grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines.

I often forget my skin in not a panic room

I enjoy frozen yogurt, people watching and laughing for absoluting no reason

but I don’t allow myself to cry as often as I need to

I have solar power confidence

And a battery operated smile

My hobbies include

Editing my life story

Hiding behind metaphors 

And trying to convince my shadow

That I’m someone worth following

so afraid of getting hurt tt u had walls built up so high, they’d’ keep others out. little did you know tt they’d keep u in too…#truestory

ahh second guesses and broken melodies. when will they go away?

colour my world with the chaos of trouble.

misskay3:

“You are a sentence with no punctuation. A kaleidoscope full of colors that I don’t remember learning in elementary school. Your voice, is the sound I’ve been looking for my entire life.

Your smile is the only sunrise worth setting my alarm clock early enough to see. If I could, I would…

It is somewhat comforting to find that your not the only loser online. 

Can someone please explain to me why I’m feeling so sad and emo now?.. I feel like I need someone to talk to. But the only person I feel like talking to is… you~