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kitkatkat18 said: Okay cool! Just wanted to make sure it wasn't a fake or something. I hope life is treating you good!

It is and even if it isn’t, I’m laughing anyway. 

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kitkatkat18 said: Did you try to add me on instagram? :)

Yes! My name is a little differnt on instagram but yeah it’s me. I got a new one cause I just got a new phone. 

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What is a million seconds spent thinking of you
if the breaths we shared were far and few between
if each exhale was empty
and inhale was just a minuscule
sample of what you really do to me.
Leaving me wanting more. 

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Imagine you and me
living infinity
vividly
while having dreams
we’ve never seen. 
Imagine stars shot across the universe
like car headlights on a busy highway night,
like fireworks in the sky. 
and for us it meant our souls were matched. 
Think about what life will be like together
once it’s over. 
when we can truly spend our energy as one
rather than separate entities.
When my love for you isn’t measured anymore,
when we can travel galaxies to only find
with space, there are no walls or ceilings. 
Where we only learn each other even further
knowing there are no limits. 

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The fire within

I woke up today and told myself 
I’m ready to die. 
I’m not just passionate about my life
but addicted.
Addicted to the pain I’ve suffered
and continue to endure 
knowing that only diamonds can cut diamonds.
That time can heal and mend after a while
like a river can grind away stones.
I’m addicted to the negativity
others choose to impose on me
thinking it’ll make me stray from my path to mastery.
I’m addicted to the rush…
It gets me so high, like a drug.
Covered in the lust for fearlessness
A lion looks death in the eye and never backs down.
I’m addicted to the moment 
everything washes away
and nothing else matters.

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Yo real talk, these girls need to get over themselves thinking I want em. 

Fuck.

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The warmth in my hands
when I held her face
and met her lips 
stopped my shaking. 
It was more than I needed
to forget the world
was on my shoulders. 
It was assuring to know 
tenderness could be matched
well enough to make me ignore
the cold air we were caged in.

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Doing more than thinking.

Imagine the thought of you passed through eons
floating across the constant stream of time
rippling through space,
shifting the passing light 
emitted from suns galaxies away
like a rock can disturb the peacefulness 
of a flowing river until the echo
passing on the surface
reaches the edge
and bounces back. 
Imagine your beauty
could transcend not generations
but the very existence of humanity.
How your very own mannerisms 
the way you spoke 
and how you touched someone
whether it be your lover
or the soul of an enchanted 
who searched for a flame such as yourself
to ignite and light up the dark room
they suffocate in. 
Imagine the extent of your mind
expanding and contracting so powerfully
what you did today
could be spoken of after your death.

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It’s not about forcing happiness 
it’s about not letting saddness win 

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Poetry used to be the emotions I felt
over past memories
Now it’s the thoughts I have of you
when I can’t go to sleep. 

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A whirlwind is usually a mask
one covering tides
like the shine from stars
when the night blankets over us.
A tempest is what brings us together
like snowed winter nights
when fire is frightened and scarce
blown away by frozen breath
that huddled hands couldn’t salvage.
A typhoon is destruction
it forces waves to caress the shore
violently, in hopes there will be assurance
tandem and harmony is restored.
You are my cyclone, with your twists and turns
constantly pull me back in 
when trying to escape.
I am your hurricane, remaining intense
and fierce, washing away doubt
Making way for certainty.

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Missing.

I am foolish to miss your voice
and your touch
The way your palms 
rested on my chest
when we shared the same breath
How you’d run your fingers up my arms
use your long nails to part my hair
and run them down my back
It was the way you pressed into me
or the vibration at which your voice rang
in my memories that stand out the most.
The firmness and thick of your lips
that I’m tasting the most
when I close my eyes. 
There are resonates of your laughter
and an echo of what you said
Even if it wasn’t goodbye.
 I know what a departing kiss is like
especially when it’s not the same touch anymore
Especially when you both breathe separate. 

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I need to find a way to die again
submerse myself in the way
waking up in the morning
feels like the end of the world.
I’m searching for the moment
thunder strikes the earth
and lightning splits the sky in half. 
There’s a certain satisfaction 
I get from tasting my own blood 
at the hands of destruction
but the mercy of truth. 
Angels have sent me to hell
so I can watch it shape and shift
but most importantly
They sent me to climb my way
back into heaven. 

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Perfection isn’t how your hand fits in mine
Nor the way you stare into my eyes
with trust and depth.
so firm and intense.
It’s the way our laughs
harmonize
and dance with each other
in tandem. 
Perfection is the storm in your voice
when throwing your tantrum.
It’s the way we’re different enough to be separate entities
yet so similar our smiles together 
can complete the ying to yang. 
If every death I’ve lived in my head 
has lead me to the life I get to spend
even just a few seconds with you
I would die every day the sun 
burns.

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You’re contagious, touch me baby. 
Give me what you gooot.
Sexy lady, drive me crazy
Drive me wiiiild