I’m mortified by you Darling You made me hurt And everyone saw Emotions I try to keep so Hidden From this frosty world Yet if you said the world I’d let you Mortify me over and over again Until finally you get sick of my beaten and crippled soul Because Darling I adore you
human connection
is something i crave
yet when I get it I can’t help but wonder
Just how long it’ll last
how many moments can I milk from this late night of speaking our truths?
when will I look back and realize
that it was months ago
when will I realize the adrenaline of speeding down a city street has faded
when will I realize that I’m all alone in our home town
friends
gone off to different worlds
who are you to make me feel this way you’re no one just a boy yet you clear my head make living have a worth you my boy who are you to make me blush who are you to occupy my brain giving me a rush of serotonin you my boy are addicting and im quickly becoming reliant
who are you boy to make me cry make my heart ache force well hidden feelings to the surface who are you not my boy not anymore you are simply heartbreak
where there once was softness, now all had turned to stone
Valens wasn’t sure who exactly suggested the overnight backpacking trip but he wants to kill them.
A group of kids had gotten it into their stupid little heads that hiking three miles up into a mountain would be fun. And somehow, Valens got roped into going along.
This trip represents everything that Valens hates, hiking, bugs, being cold, wearing unfashionable- “practical” -clothing, eating dehydrated food, etc.
But the worst part about this trip was Ryan. More specifically, sharing a cramped tent with him.
They’re both snuggled down into their sleeping bags, bodies pressed awkwardly together. He can feel every shift as they wiggle around trying to get comfortable.
Sometimes he shifts to be closer to him when he thinks Ryan won’t notice.
There’s been too many times where they say they’ll go to sleep then one of them will say another random thought that crossing their minds.
Too many times where Valens will open his eyes to find Ryan, inches away, already looking at him.
Too many times where Valens thinks about just leaning over and kissing him. He swears he can see Ryan thinking the same.
By the end of the week long trip, Valens had given up on keeping up on his appearance. His lips were now chapped, his hair a little tangled and dull, he smells like smoke, there’s even a little mud on his cheek. He’s been wearing the same layers of clothing for a week straight and he isn’t even bothered by it anymore.
But for how awful the trip was, Valens was sad when it ended.
i used to love you now you live where the maple grow and perhaps that is why I only feel affection and not love in my pine palace the distance hasn’t made us less close just forced my feelings to water down now it’s not acid my love is soda pop never has being your friend felt this painless you in your maple grove, me in my pine forest never has loving you felt this calm
