Under A Cork Tree

In love with an idea.

Let’s write our names on the moon
And keep them there for looking at

I love you because you make me laugh.
No one else does that.

paper touch


i hope to one day be
pressing my lips into your neck
as you read over my old poems

you’ll read every word as if you
read them a thousand times before
and the look in your eyes
would be too great to fit in my dream

but the truth is that

i’ll find myself alone late at night
running my fingers over these pages
that will never be
as soft as your skin

Nothing in life will call upon us to be more courageous than facing the fact that it ends, but on the other side of heartbreak is wisdom.

—"Wish I Was Here" (via finesse117)

(via deedeeking23)

My mother just called me a robot.