Rosi (25)
The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get.
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27/02/2015
21:18



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I’ve built dreams about you without even knowing you but I know you will make me laugh so hard alligator tears will fall down my face. We will build forts in the front room and wrestle on commercial breaks. We will be the couple people invite everywhere just because we give such good vibes. Just because we are so in love. Butterfly kisses in the back seat and wet willies in grocery store aisles. Your smile will be my morning cup of coffee and my laugh will be your favorite song.

I write the best love poems when I’m alone in my bed. It’s just something about the blankets wrapped around me ever so tight and the sliver of moon light that breaks through my blinds that makes me reach for you. Makes me miss you.

I’ve built dreams about you without even knowing you. About how one day you’ll sit near me and unbeknownst to my willingness, the hairs on my arm will begin to stand up. then you’ll speak and my body will sway to your voice. Your smell will enter my nostrils and flow in my veins. I’ve never done drugs but if it were anything like that high I get when I dream about you grabbing my waist and kissing my forehead, please baby, be my dealer. your touch would be the number one seller.

I write the sexiest poems when I’m in bed alone. Its just something about my bare skin connecting with the fresh sheets as my hand slowly finds the curves of my shape. That makes me fiend for you. Makes me need you.

I dream the best dreams when I’m in bed alone. Dreams that seem so real and so wanting.

I’ve built dreams about you without even knowing you but I know you dream about me too.
About if I’m a reality.
About if I am looking for you.

And my love I am here, just wake me when you arrive.

Sometimes I get caught up sleeping my day away just to see your face when I close my eyes.
So then the next time I’ll write the worst poem but at least I won’t be in bed alone.


21/02/2015
21:08



There is something to be said about days like this. 
When those moments make you feel so…possible. Like you don’t have to shrink into the expectations you’ve come to build for your own life. Like you can burst out of them and send the sun searching for his beams. It’s just a few moments, but each of them have this identity, this pulse, that can make you feel more alive than you have been in months.

There’s something to be said about how you can fall in love with a snapshot of right now; with everything that touches your five senses, how you don’t question their imperfections, but fall in love with their flaws. There’s something to be said about a day that can put hope back on your map until you learn that you are here. And it’s exactly where you want to be.