unanswered questions of a punctured heart...i wonder:unanswered questions of a punctured heart... by ~TangerineTerranova
if I caught moonbeams in the palm of my hand,
would it be enough to bring you back home?
if I recreate every moment
you were happy with me,
would it be enough?
if I dragged in the stars
in nets weaved from cobwebs—
would my one wish come true?
would I have to drown your battered heart
in iridescent unicorn tears,
just to make it beat for me once more?
what if I shot butterflies into your fractured soul
would they find their way to the pit of your stomach
and flutter every time you think of me?
or would you just hurl them out,
and wipe away every memory we made
along with it?
if we could do this, us, all over again,
would you want to?
i'm not your symphony but i'm orchestrated anywaysit's not easy to explain --i'm not your symphony but i'm orchestrated anyways by ~paperheartsyndrome
but i'm a rushed symphony of heartbeats, quick breaths and hiccups. i'm not made of skin and bones, but a complicated sentence structure and thoughts that i spew out before i even finish them.
i'm messy in all the wrong ways.
and i'm not right in any of the ways that matter. but still you're always here, picking me up when i fall, kissing me goodnight, making a life with me one day at a time. and you haven't gone yet but i'm always moving so how long can you stay. how long can i expect it. how long is too long when you're living and loving and breathing and hell, if i can't stay still i'll mess this up for sure.
maybe you never belonged to meI can still feel the weight of your lips on the curve of my collarbone. Sometimes, it feels paralyzing, crushing, absolute. Sometimes, it feels like home. Like everything.maybe you never belonged to me by ~paperheartsyndrome
I once heard that when you can't fall asleep it means you're awake in someone else's dream. I wonder which one of us was dreaming that night, because everything was too quiet, too easy, too perfect. You used to fall asleep next to me, your body curled against mine. It's a warmth that's not easy to forget. A hidden smile tucked into pillows and sheets. It's easy to think these things will last forever when you're tangled up together. For me, the strings of my life will alwa
Nervous 
Sta.sh
i love doing that to 
