In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
(Source: timorleste)
“I guess you know by now, that we will meet again somehow…”
space between our fingers.
space between our bodies.
i swear i’ll hold you until you push me away.
and just as the snow fell onto your face.
i watched the words echo in the air.
frozen in the atmosphere.
i grabbed and they crumbled.
i swore we were made for breaking.
but my heart is burning in my chest.
it won’t turn into ice.
because i feel it with you.
the thing that everyone else is afraid to feel.
just watch all the hunters run past us,
finding a way to stay alive,
and then look at us,
and how we brace each other for the temperature and fight for each other.
and we won’t give up.
we just won’t.
i guess we’re hunters too,
we have our own way of survival.
you can’t even talk because you’re like:
and your friends is like:
(Source: mysweetest-summer)
yeah, another list. of poems. i hope you like. umm, yeah, i hope they are worthy. i’ll post them up as i get the inspiration. i’m going to start writing a book soon. well you know just writing it, hoping to one day have it published. hopefully some of my poems will become ideas to go in the book. anyways here’s the list:
1. Hunters
2. Sleeping
3. Under Water
4. Baby Hands
5. Pillars
6. Strict
7. Eyes and exits
