His eyes were as blue as the ocean and the waves eroded the barriers of her heart as if they were paper. Maybe that was it, maybe she was paper: thin and delicate but there was something about her. There was something that he couldn’t get over. Maybe it was the way that her eyes glistened like constellations, maybe it was the way she smiled; her smile was brighter than the sun. Maybe it was the way she held all the little broken pieces of her heart together, the way she composed her sadness into beautiful words that winded around his head, wrapping themselves around his heart, holding his own broken pieces together. Maybe it was because he was in love with her.
Maybe the sad part is that when he no longer kisses you while watching movies. When he doesn’t wait for you to walk with him. When he doesn’t do things he did before. Maybe when someone stops doing so is the saddest part. Maybe. Just maybe..
do u ever send smth in a chat thats not even risqué like “i luv salsa” but no one responds so u start overthinking it like…. maybe one of their parents died making salsa…… maybe they were all just talking abt how they hate salsa……. maybe salsa isnt evn real and they have no idea what im talking abt
she said,
“what are you doing?”i said,
“loving you loving
you loving you.”she said,
“why can’t i feel it?”i said,
“maybe you
don’t want to. maybe
the world didn’t
think to prepare you
for a love like this.”
maybe if we unplug America and plug it back in???
maybe we should also control-alt-delete America and have the task manager try to figure out the fuckery that’s wrong with our country???
What do you expect me to do? I’ve been chasing after you for so long, I need a break too. Maybe it’s my turn to forget about you, maybe it’s your turn to chase after me.
“And I’m still hoping that maybe one day I’ll get that drunk text from you saying how much you miss me.”
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