soli2de:

“I wanted you in my room when it rained So we could sing slow drifting melodies And sip honey lemon tea And admire the soft sounds and sweet smells And each other I wanted you in the mountains during sunset So we could dance to the crackle of orange fire And sip red wine And admire the soft earth and sweet oxygen And each other”

— Do I still exist in your mind? (via dissociativerabble)

dunyadankovuldum:

(via dunyadankovuldum)

dissociativerabble:

I wanted you messy in the morning,

while I cooked breakfast and made coffee.

I liked that you like it black

with just a splash of bourbon.

I wanted you in my last-night flannel,

yawning as the door creaked open

while trying to say good morning,

as the dew drops fell to soil.

It’s funny how we say it’s funny,

when it’s really rather painful.

I wanted to talk about existing,

and how beautiful it is.

Your hair betwixt my fingers,

and my lips upon your forehead.

I wanted you messy in the morning…

but you left without a warning

After years of loving each other

Fuck