Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.
you chug a fifth of alcohol by yourself & everyone around you is too busy cheering to wonder how empty you had to be in order to do it
You touched me in all the right places. And not once did your skin meet mine.
I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren’t the same thing.
Being able to find someone you click with so naturally is the best feeling ever. You feel like you’ve been best friends you’re whole life, it feels like you’re coming home. You’re so comfortable with them. Maybe that’s what a soulmate is. Not someone who shares every single thing in common with you, but someone who feels like home.