“Do friends really long to breathe the air of the other?”

You put love in my eyes.

Don’t you dare take what I’m giving away more than willingly, for granted.

Why are you ignoring my heart so aggressively?

If the love includes you doubting your own worth it is not a love worth keeping.

I’ll just be my own world.

No waiting by the phone not doing it. For he is not all that I am.

Don’t just scratch my surface make my entire soul purr.

From opal mornings to indigo nights I think about you, all the time.

I want to kiss you so much it hurts and I want to caress your skin until it no longer does.

Autumn makes us pull up our feet and curl up with our hearts.

What a pure and intimate thing – to be reading the words of another.

You calm my soul and set it on fire at the same time.

I don’t even have to read between my own line, the poetry speaks so loud and a little too clear.

Brushing teeth swallowing held back tears, this is not how we are supposed to be.

You know what would be hot? To get loved before you get fucked.

Even pretty words turn into ash while pouring out of an ugly mouth.

Noticed that I had been holding my breath for so long and finally gave myself permission to breathe.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Some hearts are as fragile as paper, in a world where everyone breathes fire.

If there’s anything I’ve learnt so far, it’s that to love others, you should give them space to breathe.

You breathe, you love, you feel – and that’s enough to learn to see beauty in details. Is it not an art of living to create happiness where it does not exist?

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.

It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.

Isn’t it strange, it’s not that our body forgets to breathe but subconsciously we hold our breath.