p0mf:

its people like you who make me bitter
you give me that sharp unpleasant aftertaste in my mouth
ill always be known as that little girl who never had a chance
of knowing things like love or friendship
she did not allow such things to fester in her
for they may break her heart

miguu:

your mouth is a sky.
do not try to choke back
storms
high rains
wild cloud.
they are as important
as
the sun
the blue
the moon
on your tongue.
you need a whole world of
difficult
and
stunning horizons
to be entire.

miguu:

i took the long way home
and
talked to the moon.

hellanne:

Today I tried to remember the way you smile, but I could not. I don’t remember the sound of your laughter, I don’t remember the way you smell, I don’t remember your eye colour, or how your touch feels like. Which is strange, because I have not forgotten you, but I can’t seem to remember you either. 

trucewiththesea:

tell me the story
about how the sun
loved the moon so much
he died every night
to let her breathe

i am not hollowed out.
i am flesh and bones
and mass throughout

but i am empty