I may be too old for fairy tales
But why does the moon seems
To dance and the stars seem to
Sing whenever our fingers collide?
Flowers doesn’t all grow from trees
For every kiss you give me there
Seems to be a garden in my chest
Wildflowers blooming and
Wanting for more
You don’t have to wear an armor
To be my prince, for even in dusty jeans and over washed t-shirts
You shine more than the richest king

My Remedy

I searched and searched
And never imagined
That you would be
The one to cure my insanity
Your touch that calms me
Inexplicably
Your voice that takes away
All my bad dreams
You are a drug I sorely need
To never go I wish you’ll heed
I’ve already lost some parts of me
So please don’t stop being
My remedy

Of Broken Teacups And Broken Spoons

I love you because
You were broken,
Just like I was

But still you found me
Amidst all traffic lights
And hidden gardens
And starless nights

I love you because
Your touch is my morphine
A sweet calming drug
That spreads through my veins

You know where to kiss me
And you know where to not
I am not ready for all
I’m still struggling to breath
And you of all people know
How all of this can be so
Overwhelming

I love you because
You understand,
That sometimes you think
You don’t deserve me
Just as I think that I don’t
Deserve you

We are both used to
Sweet tortures
Waves of pain sometimes
Drown us in the night
We take turns watching
For the silent shouts and
Painful moans
And try to kiss where it
Hurts the most

I love you because
We’re both torn apart
And what better partner
Is for a broken teacup
Than a broken spoon?

Age doesn’t define maturity
Start counting the leaves
Instead of the whole tree
Think outside the box and
Will it affect tomorrow
Rather than be merry today
While the days after will
Be full of sorrow

I’ve come to think that
All the broken pieces
That once ached now
Made me whole again

Every scar became a map
Every tear a lifesaver
It’s a nice thought to cherish
For I was someone so
Tattered and unable to heal

Tomorrow is a beautiful thing
Days full of endless chances

Before I used to wallow
In sleepless nights
Now I can savor the cool breeze
And muted light

trust:

i’m such a jealous person i get jealous over the dumbest thing i want to punch myself in the face

You take afternoon naps
in willow trees 
with paperbacks as your pillows

waking up in twilight,
opening your eyes to the 
lazy moon grinning

It’s easy to climb 
going back down is the problem

but fear is for naught
for I’m always here waiting
to catch you when you fall

Oh sweetheart,
The moon not only shines
In one part of the sky
Rather it illuminates all of us
Faintly, like a soft glimmer

Try to open your eyes
And look without blinking

You’re too busy catching stars
That you didn’t notice the
Moon resting in your hands

Codes

odeofsheobi:

much more can be read
between the lines than in
the letters arranged in 
a perfect, lying symmetry

I guess you really know 
a person by what he
do not have the guts to say

I shall live my life encrypting 
messages that depict withheld truth

and I shall die without knowing
because no one ever does