fleurishes:

It was only a matter of time
before you became the topic
of one of these small poems,

my only contribution to a
society I don’t care for.

What do I have to say about you?

Nothing,

and everything
all at once.

This is a nothing poem.
An everything poem.

A “read between the lines 
or else it’s too painful” poem.

You are not the space between my lungs,
rather,

You are the building block
to something greater.  

(via thedislocated-room)

yourcontagioussmile:

Hate being here, it makes me feel so empty. I’m tired of wasting my days. I want to go out there and do something for once. Accomplish tasks, mark things off my bucket list, try something new, do something daring, relaxing, kind, impulsive even.

You know, to just have a damn good time and live a bit.