fyeahrunning:

we all have our crushes on the track team that we will never pursue

wetramblings:

when every puddle

 had been violentally interuppted

he tasted the metallic rain

it was a bitter consecration

of this pathetic moment

and he stormed back home

hiding his face in his collar

he went right to work

 formulating a plan

writing it all out

flow charts

graphs

there must be a combination of words that he could utter to her

that he could sing to her

that could make her understand

he rifled through dictionaries

thesaurusus’s

 old naruda poetry books

 lorca, william carlos williams

there must be a line one line

that she will understand

he could borrow one

it would manage

but the air grew heavy

and he started drinking wine

 his eyelids became anvils

 and he drifted off into

dreams tinged with hopelessness

theoihartova:

avant-que-joublie:

i wonder where
you are -

are you
laughing with
someone you
met while you
were away,

lying wrapped
with that someone,
an island in the
sea of unhappy
you’ve created
for us?

where are you,
theo?

I am dreaming
among the mists
and the rain,
caught in the vines
of an ancient tree,
and
I am slowly
unbecoming
the person
I have always
pretended
to be.

your mom used to
write notes and
love letters and put
x’s and o’s
on the smooth visage
of your paper
brown lunch bag
and you’d get hot
with embarrassment
when at school you
took it out and
no one else had those -

but now you buy
lunch on a plastic
tray and sit with
a whole group
at a large table and
it’s the same every
day and you miss
those notes terribly
because no one
else got them -

no one else was
special

it was still
pouring rain
and you watched
her run away
from you the
words still
racing out of
your mouth and
crashing in mid-
air a horrific
pileup no one
can bear to wit-
ness and that’s
why they’re all
watching from the
windows and top
floors as you stand
alone and kick
at the puddles

i wonder where
you are -

are you
laughing with
someone you
met while you
were away,

lying wrapped
with that someone,
an island in the
sea of unhappy
you’ve created
for us?

where are you,
theo?

therealdrakemerwin:

I want to make a census, so only reblog once, and do not like this

(via the-packleader)

soaked through
to the bone by
rain standing in
front of her going
on and on about
forever and now
and the moment
and what feels
like love and talking
and talking with
no end in sight
because the words
are never right with
her but they have
to be so you keep
going and going
because eventually
you’ll get to something
good and she’ll
finally understand