I see your tears in puddles,
I see your eyes in trees,
I hear your voice in the wind,
You follow me everywhere I go.
Although I feel a little lonely when you're not by my side,
I know you're always with me.
Just because I feel a little lonely doesn't mean I feel alone.

She is not weak, she is not fragile.
She is the wind before the storm, she is the tide before the wave.
Respect the girl with lightning in her palms and tsunamis in her veins.
She is as precise and delicate as the details in her eyes, she is as deadly as the weather she causes.

When you hold a mirror,
hands pressed against the cool glass,
staring directly at your other half,
not exactly identical,
but you know there is something so
**** captivating inhabiting his
persona, you don't expect to look
away from those magnificent eyes,
and you don't expect the mirror to fall
and shatter into many hopeless pieces
and neither do you expect yourself to
spend hours, fingers bleeding, trying
to glue the pieces back together just
so you can get lost in his artificial presence again.

-Ka.Me// @herbrokenpoetri on IG

life isn't always as bright as it could be
but with you

your smile shines
though the clouds
on a cloudy day

your eyes
form the rainbows
on the rainy days
you make the light
at the end of the tunnel

your personality
makes me grow weak
I am always me
when I'm with you

It's an understatement to tell you that you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen
Don't take this wrong, by these words I mean
There simply is no combination of 26 letters I could put together to attempt to measure your infinite beauty.

I close my eyes to picture the sunshine caressing your body through your windowsill
kissing you as lightly as the morning rays,
dancing upon the traces of your lips in sweet 'I love yous'
my gentle hands glide across your sleepy skin

Looking for my morning cup of coffee
I press my lips firmly onto you.
Slow sip,
lighting tingling my bottom lip, I go back for more
Big sip,
this hot sensation awakes every particle of my being
the sugar rushes
heart races
craving more with each sip
I continue to wake myself
in what's left of the mint chapstick
you put on before bed

It's been a year since that day
The day that you confessed
The day we started this lovely mess
but don't worry I didn't love you any less

The way we talk to each other til 2 in the morning
The way we squeezes each other's hand every time we're both freezing
The way we let our guard and pride down every time we're fighting
are some of the things that I will never get tired of doing

You do what floats your boat
Someone who thinks twice before doing what he's told
You're like a difficult puzzle to solve
but despite all that, I'll  still love you til the day we're both old.

all your cigarettes
there's smoke in your soul
i swear you're asking for death
(more than the rest of us)
I have words inked in my bloodstream
you have them inked on your skin
you're WALKING ART babe but
art doesn't die

His smile
His eyes
His voice
His laugh
His warmth
His existence
His hair
His dimples.