December 2011
“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.”
– Charles Dickens (via lyssahumana)
Island In The Sun - Weezer
(76)
clavicola:
I left my little black book of poetry in the geography of your bedsheets tonight. I almost hope you look through it and see the poem I wrote about you, or for you, on the last page.
Tectonic plates are shifting beneath my skin and there’s a new continent in my chest that I want to call by your name.
Hazy and moonlit, you didn’t know for sure how many beats your heart had in a minute....
(100)
clavicola:
What else can this heart do but break or fall in love?
There’s a grenade rocking back and forth in my chest and I’m holding the pin between my teeth like an apricot pit.
My palms are mines and you’re just a finger’s length away from leaving me splattered across your chest, but yelling “Cover!” and pulling the bedsheets over our heads is not going to do anything but make me hold...
