In a dream I heard God ask me
“What does it feel like to be alive?”
And I said back to him,
“It’s when she says ‘I love you’ for the first time.”

There are back porches that miss the way we kissed
With our hands pressed against each other’s cheeks.
We kept fireflies at bay as we smiled against a June sun
Slipping into the hands of the trees.

I can’t breathe.

This summer air is too hot for my lungs.
I burned my throat trying to
Keep you in
My mouth,
So you spilled out
Like the rain that drowned the earth
For almost a whole week.
This was a storm I was expecting.

I’m supposed to be an adult but I feel like
I’m just a stranger renting out this skin,
Taking long drives at night through dimly lit
Suburban streets that haven’t seen tender care in years.
The wheels pound the pavement
While the wind, and desperate pop punk songs
Pound against my ears.

This place isn’t the same.
I’m not changing.
I just started to open up my eyes.

My body is a park for every homeless heart.
I haven’t yet signed a lease on love
But I’ve paying rent on it for years.
When it comes down to it,
I am just an empty house.

You loved me like I was important but I guess
I was just another boy to kiss.
I could’ve sworn you were my cure,
Now I see how you’ve made me sick.

In a dream I heard God ask me
“What does it feel like to die?”
And I replied
“When she says ‘I love you’ for the last time.”

"This Is Not A Break-Up Poem, This Is A Heartbreak Poem (Summer Influenza)" - Nishat Ahmed (via sickwithsyllables)


If you’re feeling down, I’ll go down on you

(via lukeriver)

i don’t wanna be in love
this long distant relationship isn’t the same as it used to be

boys be like


do you ever get anxiety bc your room is so messy but ur just too damn lazy to clean it

(via fake-mermaid)


I would like a boy to hold me like this yes please