embracingchloe

If things would have gone my way then I wouldn't be lying on my back at 2 in the morning bruising my brain with an idiotic list of things I wish had happened and I still fervently wish would happen between you and I If things would have gone my way my lips wouldn't be so dry and grey from all the cigarettes I have smoked every time I missed you every time I longed to be with you every time I wanted to talk to you If things would have gone my way there would be no poetry hidden in every corner of my room no scribbles of your name would have stained my papers and a trashcan filled with Polaroids If things would have gone my way I wouldn't be

I'm confused out of my wits as to what I'm going through. Sometimes I feel like there's nothing there; as if everything that I felt for you has vanished into thin air. Often times I dream about you,and in those dreams I am reminded of just how badly I want to be with you...of how happy you make me and how you're the only one who can do that to me Tell me do I cross your mind when you're sitting alone at the lobby while waiting for your next class? Do you still look at your phone at 2 in the morning,hoping to see a text from me? Do you long for me as much as I long for you? I need answers,but I'm too afraid to ask because I'm not sure I'

Leaves of brown and gold slowly fell into a downward spiral as the cold December breeze blew through the vast field. Branches of the Acacia trees that bordered the oval danced a gentle beat, swaying left and right like an intoxicated gypsy. The campus has transitioned rapidly in the span of a week: from crowded, loud, and exciting to empty, quiet, and still. There seemed to be a sacred silence−an unspoken agreement to keep the peace that was only allowed to be disturbed by the hum of automobiles which occasionally passed by.           Will it rain today?        Louisa thought as she walked on the cobbled pathway at the edge of the Sun

You have beautiful eyes And I know you have been told that a million times I know you take pride in them I know because you told me And I remember how I also came to know the wonder that they hold; Your eyes They are mesmerizing Your eyes They are like fragile little orbs which hold their own universe -your universe In that moment I knew I wanted to be Galileo I longed to discover what was beyond the darkness held by your irises, what makes your stars shine, what held your center. I wanted to get pass the temptation of lingering too much on your long lashes and not get lost in the crinkles that form on the sides of your eyes when you smile