Guys not to fall for:
never fall for the ones with the sky blue eyes
and the converse shoes.
or the ones with a guitar in their hands
and a song on their lips.
be wary of the fickle ones,
who are hot and cold but never just right.
watch out for the ones who say, "you're beautiful."
trust me: they never mean it.
never fall for the free spirits,
whose hearts are taken by ideas and wishes.
or the ones with the big hands
and the long limbs.
or the baristas with the warm coffee eyes
and the sparkling personalities.
be careful of the ones who wield a paintbrush
and color-speckled cheekbones.
do yourself a favor
and never fall at all.
(they're all liars.)
I miss actually being able to write. I think I'm going to start writing in my notebook again. For me.
let’s get up and leave for
they say that
let’s find an apartment somewhere, darling. let’s make it ours and ours alone. every morning we’ll wake up in each other’s arms and we’ll say, just one more hour, one more day, one more month, and we’ll go home.
but then the sun will shine just right on your hair, the arch of your body where neck meets collarbone meets love-mark, and i’ll know.
there’s no going back.