The World is Waiting

welcome to the world inside my mind

Its 3am and i still miss you…

—(via emilykinz)

I swear if you saw how hopelessly I cry into my pillow at night, you’d come back.
I swear if you saw the scars on my heart, and everywhere else, you’d come back.
And I swear if you knew, how much I wish you would just show up at my door and kiss me
you might just come back.

But you will never know.
and you will never come back.

— Things I can’t ever tell you // 2am thoughts

I don’t mind getting naked or seeing you naked. I don’t mind talking about sex or having sex or never having sex. I don’t mind my body or your body with mine. I don’t mind your sweaty palms, your chapped lips, your dirty tongue. I don’t mind your noisy music, your crappy poetry, your soiled shoes and ugly handwriting. I don’t mind 2ams and late night phone calls, stolen kisses and white lies. I don’t mind your half-eaten donut, frozen teabags and sticky hair. I want your toothbrush’s head leaning towards mine. I want your 4am back massage. Cup my breasts and don’t say they’re small. I already know that. Kiss me once and kiss me more. Pretend what we’re doing is illegal. It’s always good to be caught with our mouths tied together like handcuffs. Dry your cheeks and make me bleed. Crave me. Crave me. Crave me.