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Tiffany. 21. Pretty gay. San Francisco to Humboldt County. some of my thoughts written down in the form of poetry and rants mostly. let's be tumblr friends

she

gave me
all of her love
and made
me who I
largely was

she always
held me tight
and she
let my tears
stain all of her
shirts

i held back
so many
important things
that i should have
told her

should have
would have
could have

i
really,
really,
should
have

the rush of a crush

For reasons
I’m not quite
entirely sure of,
but sort of

I find myself
enamoured
by you

And oh my god,
your eyes.

Your glossy,
dazed, bedroom
eyes

When they
catch mine
I am weak
in the knees

Somedays,
you’ll talk to me
and others
you’re so blase`

But every morning
that I see you
I just can’t
look away;

you innervate me

You seem independent
and cool, aloof but
just the right kind

adorablelesbiancouples:

it’s almost been 2 years with this beautiful girl by my side. i love her with all of my heart, and i’m never letting her go.
sloan (right): neverr-stop-dreamingg.tumblr.com
me (left): freedom2love.tumblr.com

adorablelesbiancouples:

it’s almost been 2 years with this beautiful girl by my side. i love her with all of my heart, and i’m never letting her go.

sloan (right): neverr-stop-dreamingg.tumblr.com

me (left): freedom2love.tumblr.com

(via loveislovemyloves)

too many things
too little of time

i’m tired of writing
poems and prose
about making
you mine

and the you
is always
someone
new

the thing that
broke me
most recently

i told myself that
i didn’t want to
feel this way
anymore

yet,
here i am
feeling this way
again

i want to say
that i’m trying

but maybe
just not
enough

pre-disposed,
conditioned
and
feeling defeated

but why,
oh wait
i know why

now what to do
with that
information

baby, baby, baby,
steps i guess

my heart is so heavy
and is so weak

i’m constantly
trying to be better
but i’m bound by
my mind’s
made up tether

as light as a feather,
i wish i could float
if only there was
a book written of
do’s and don’ts

maybe then
i wouldn’t have
messed up so much,
and so many.

they say,
it eventually
gets better

but until then
it’s my thoughts
i’ll gather

out of cigarettes,
out of cash,
out of all the things,
that used to
make me laugh

these days,
everything seems
a shade of black
with mishaps firing
there and back

and i’ve lost you.

my
wrinkled,
worn out,
reliable,
map

to which
i could always
find my way back

but that’s what
happens sometimes;

we lose and we find;
we misplace
and leave behind