i refuse to believe that i am anything but zelda fitzgerald reincarnated

The Sting

thewordsiwriteformikey:

There were a lot of things
like time
and feelings
and mistakes
and the occasional
good
decision
in between
the beginning
and the end,
but all I can remember
is how the sting
from when we first met
feels a lot like
the sting
of this
afterwards.

If I Could

thewordsiwriteformikey:

Love
is not something that can be put into words.
That’s a beautiful thing
until you’ve got a girl looking up at you,
begging you to find the words
to save her life.
All I’ve got to give
is love.
Maybe there’s someone
who has more practice
with aesthetics
and can write you a line
that will out every lie
that’s ever been birthed by the night sky,
but I
am barely a poet.
I’m just a kid with a pen
and, 
if I’m lucky,
a microphone stand,
I’ve got too much passion
and eyes
that are far too wide for my own good.
There’s a lot I would do
if I could.
I would write you into every poem
that’s ever birthed hope
into the cracks
of kids that could have sworn
they were broken.
I would drag you across the world
to see your light
shine through the floorboards
of the foundation
they’ve built themselves up around.
When you hit the ground, 
you do not have to give up.
Nothing beautiful
ever came
from anywhere
but the ground.
Life
grows
from the ground.
Your heart
has the right
to pound
as loudly
as it wants.
Your eyes
have the right
to cry
sometimes.
You never need to apologize for being human.
That does not mean
you are weak.
That does not mean
you’re unworthy
of love.
Scars
can never be too deep
to scare me away.
You do not need to hide them.
You do not need to hate yourself
because they exist.
Your clenched fists
do not always need
to be clenched.
Your heart
does not always not always need
to be drenched
in the loneliness
you are drowning in.
You are human.
No matter what,
you will always float,
even if it feels like there are rocks
in the soles of your combat boots.
There is more to you than this.
There is more to you than this.
You will always be worth
the love
you’ve been given.

Promises

thewordsiwriteformikey:

I haven’t much to promise
but struggle

and honesty.

And I can honestly tell you
I will love you so much it hurts.

I will love you so much
that nothing works,
and the world will crumble around us

but not romantically.

It will take a bit of time
before the high
wears off
and all that’s left is broken.

We’ll break
all the promises
in which we trusted the strength
of spoken
words.

I can promise you hurt.

But at four a.m.
in the middle of winter,
I’m hunched over 
in the coldest room
of this home
and every shaking celll
in my body
is saying:

honestly,
We would be worth it.