lessgirlmoredisease:

my heart would do anything to make him happy

but my head constantly throws a wrench in those plans.

i’m tentative towards love,

still scared to dip my toes in the shallow end,

let alone dive in

as he wants me too.

but he says he doesn’t mind

waiting for my sideways, lazy heart

and my jumpy, anxious mind.

he makes me think about sunflowers,

and pale veins

and the rich moss of a forest floor.

he’s inviting and engulfing

and impossible to shake off.

he’s the quiet intensity in a room

when he’s pensive,

and the glue holding everyone together when he’s friendly.

i kissed him in the deep end of the ocean,

under the pier.

there’s still salt on my lips,

from all that time

and i hope it stays that way.

when he kisses me

he pushes the grains a little further in every time,

marking his existence on my being.

 

(via poetinside)