don’t get sick,
there are good people out there,
that won’t mind when you call them
people out there,
used to smoke,
tip a little too much sometimes,
things that happened
a while back
they have gardens,
or want them
Let’s talk about how I wasn’t always the best man.
Let’s talk about my mistakes,
How I’ve shamed my own name
And yet still you decided to take me as I am.
But I want to be a better man.
I want my arms to become so strong that
When you are wrapped in them
You know that no harm will ever come to you.
And I want my shoulders to be concrete,
To be steel,
So that I can put Atlas to shame,
So I can put you on my back
Because you are my world and I don’t ever want to let you fall.
If only my heart could grow larger so I could love you right,
So I could pour every pint of blood into those chambers and say
“Darling, I bleed, this heart beats, for you.”
If only my hands could not be so calloused,
I could touch you as softly as you deserve.
You are built so fragilely; you are still so strong.
I want to be as strong as you are one day.
But I promise to be better than I was,
And I promise to be better than I am,
— "Greater Than Atlas" - Nishat Ahmed (via sickwithsyllables)
Remember the nights we used to watch tv
but not quite
with your hands on my hips
and my lips on your neck?
Remember the nights we’d go out
and you’d squeeze my hand tight
and I’d do it right back,
telling eachother “I love you”
without speaking a single word?
Remember when we’d spend the night together
and say every hour
“this is it, really,
we need to sleep”
but my god we never did?
Remember when we watched out best friends
fall out of love
and we promised
that would never be us?
Remember when we ourselves
were in love?
I remember it so clearly
and my darling, can we please
just fall in love again?
— 10/21/14 (cp)
All the things I did wrong:
I: I relied on someone for my happiness.
II: I love people more than I love myself.
III: I never asked for help.
IV: I asked for help.
V: I opened up.
VI: I had hope."
— All the things I did wrong by (KJ)