Poetry and quote image archive.

I fall in love with pages. I fall in love with details. I even fell in love with the way you stand. We become stuck in memories because sometimes that moment is intense enough to pause you.

i slip between  cracks of the bed holes between boards which never end i’m bowing to ideas i used to call forth for we contextualize in dark summer nights the knots of our fingers i’m bound by words we said dim of shado…

i blend into you our murky water blurring lines to fill within you i dance in a darkness voiding our curse to burn blues i break to be with you sleeping on bumps in other places to think about you i write in tendencies …

burning on fumes of your night a desolation which feels quite nice in broken hotel sheets i can still taste your lips the transitions between our words we move in a darkened sensuality and i’m begging with fists to grip…

Nostalgia feels as a sadness because it’s heavy. Thoughts bring moments, and these moments bring weight. It’s not ever truly sadness, but bittersweet. It’s like our hearts calling back to times that moved us, moments th…

i dance in signs fine lines of your eyes the creases of your night you laugh in tongues i speak in holds your dark touches my void i feel you at ease fingers twitching i used to wonder how you can sleep

i weigh on edges, to be broken before him we dance in chances, to be one with them and i’m skipping from oasis to chaos to ecstasy like fish in trapped vases can you taste it? how it feels to be with them i lie like a t…

Your skin was poetry to me. To understand it was depth, to feel it was a heaviness. You can feel in love or fall in love, one day you will understand the difference.

The house was burning. The kitchen was on fire. All I smelled were the coffee beans from Tuesday morning. You stand between the thought of staying and leaving because toxicity is a dangerous electricity.

i lie in twists between the thorns of this we’re dancing in echoes pretending we’re in this and i’m lying here wondering if i’m astray or near if we will ever be ever clear we stand before lines broken by divide i’m dan…