vomitingwords:

We weren’t at the wrong place,

nor at the wrong time,

because maybe we should just admit

that our love was destined to end

though it hasn’t even begun.

Last Two Steps // ma.c.a

drunk-on-writing:

first
it was dark
kissing at a movie theater is always strange
because part of you wants your attention focused on this person beside you
while another part of you wants to pay attention to someone else 
i remember being taken by surprise
not seeing it coming – literally and figuratively 
i remember he kept kissing me
but i don’t remember if i kept kissing him 
i remember blaming myself for somehow initiating it
maybe i lead him on
maybe i shouldn’t have kissed his cheek
maybe i shouldn’t have leaned against him
i remember the panic of not knowing what would happen when we went back to school on monday

best
being separated by distance and miles 
and knowing that the wait was over
made me feel like i was floating
i remember seeing you for the first time
and i suddenly felt anchored 
i remember i was shivering
because i was cold? because i was nervous? because i was excited? 
i don’t know
but i remember being in your arms felt warm
and safe
i remember you asking me 
“can i kiss you?”
and those words played on repeat in my mind for days on end
every night when i went to sleep
i’d close my eyes and feel your hands on my face
pulling me in
i remember time slowed down
and the world stopped spinning
and i don’t remember breathing
but i never felt more alive

worst
the details are fuzzy and so was my vision
blinded by tears, unable to stop crying
only one of us wanted to say goodbye 
i remember asking you
and wanting to laugh at the irony
of how we someone came full circle
from our first
i remember tasting my own tears cascading down my cheeks
more than i could taste you
i remember we began to part, but my lips still clung to yours
not ready for us to go our separate ways
i remember silently begging you, ”just one more kiss”
not ready for it to be our last kiss

last
the clock had struck midnight
a new year had begun
the yard was covered in confetti 
loud party horns were being sounded off key
i remember waiting for everyone to go inside, so we were alone
because i knew you wouldn’t want an audience
i remember how hard we laughed afterwards 
i remember your lipstick staining my chin 
i remember feeling light
giddy
like i could fly
and you were the one to give me the wings

“kisses” – inspired by neil hilborn
7/30
(cc, 2018)

clandestin-e:

“Step two: Fall in love. People will tell you this takes years, but we have a secret method that will allow you to fall for anyone in under a week. The trick is, you must be completely unable to tell the difference between love and co-dependence.”

— Neil Hilborn, Audiobook

buttonpoetry:

“I’ve never made out with Jesus, but I imagine that’s kind of like holding your hand.”

— Neil Hilborn - “Me, But Happy” (Button Live)

tritower:

“I think a lot about killing myself, not like a point on a map but rather like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave. See, when I’m up I don’t kill myself because holy shit, there’s so much left to do! When I’m down I don’t kill myself because then the sadness would be over and the sadness is my old paint under the new, the sadness is the house fire or the broken shoulder: I’d still be me without it, but I’d be so boring.”

— Neil Hilborn ‘The Future’

qvotable:

“Two souls don’t find each other by simple accident.”

— Jorge Luis Borges

(via astro-traveller)

qveenbpd:

I hate how addicted I get to anything that makes me feel anything

(via notapoem)

september-stardust:

953. I woke up from my sleep again

I woke up from my sleep again

the room pitch dark and cold

If you were here I’d snuggle closer

pressing myself against your warmth

so you would wrap your arms around me

and tell me ssshh, baby, go back to sleep.

But you aren’t here and so

I stare into the hills outside

lights flickering, our city telling me

you’ll be home soon

you’ll be in bed beside me so when

I’d wake up from my sleep again

the room would still be dark but warm

I’d be in your arms, I wouldn’t even have to ask

and you’d tell me sssh, baby, go back to sleep

but we’d kiss before we slumber

making love in the dark,

outside city lights flickering telling us

you’re home, you both are

home.

(via 24hoursopen)