SimplyMe
20 years old.
Junior at Seton Hall University. In a relationship with the man of my dreams. He is my best friend above all 12.14.10. I am ready to get out in the world but also slightly scared about life after college. This is one of the few blogs I run. Please feel free to check out and follow my other blogs. Also you can add me on FB, Twitter, or Instagram...I don't bite!
The flame flickers
across my collarbone,
flicking the heavy,
slumped shadows
over rumpled sheets.I tried so hard
to fit the mold
they had
fashioned for
me.I tried,
I tried,
tried,
tried…
Carving the
words out on
innocent trees.
I’m arrogant, unloving,
of the world; like
The Giving Tree,
they give, so
I continue to take.Squeezing and
pushing, the nails
shot from the cage,
smashing the
reflection.Beast released.
By Elizabeth3020 ©
(via leaveyouapen)
Every poet writes of
the moon as if they know her,
drinks coffee like water,
and overuses words that
they have never even said aloud
Because no one truly cares
what the writer felt,
if the interpretation
did not feel relative to the reader himself
An indent here,
a story about bruised knees,
a summer that should have never ended,
and love that should have
before it even beganA copy of a copy,
of a copy, of a copyand no one seems to notice,
unless while reading,
they felt nothing similarI could tell you I have flowers
sprouting from my rib-cage,
and a rabbit thumping away in my chest,but if that means nothing to you
I become just another
shitty, wannabe internet writer
who failed to make
your heart-strings
resound- S.G.
(via somberbutstrong)
(via leaveyouapen)
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The night was silent as they lay in the thickness of the grass; cool and moist against their skin. “Look,” he pointed as a star shot across the sky. “That one’s for you. Make a wish.”
“No,” she said.
His breath formed a cloud as he exhaled. “Why not? Don’t you believe in wishing on shooting stars?”
“You don’t get it.” She gently traced the scar along his wrist and intertwined her fingers with his. “I have everything I could possibly wish for right here.” She gave his hand a squeeze and let go. He turned toward her, pulling her closer to his body. She felt the warmth of his skin and inhaled a faint smell of mint that lingered on his skin. She ran her fingers through his hair as they began to kiss with an intensity that was heading toward something far more. She hesitated and pulled away as her thoughts echoed with uncertainty. He gently brushed away the hair away from her face as he looked at her.
“Do you love me?” he asked. He pressed his hand against her lower back and as the space between them diminished, the cold frigid air steamed off their warm bodies. She leaned in and brushed her lips across his.
“Always.” She knew that she really loved him and that was all she needed to prove before she let herself go.
