by Holly Stapleton
“Consumed”
Does it cross your mind as often as it does mine?
Does it consume you, as it does me?
I am not an addict, nor am I ashamed.
But I can feel the savage awaken in me,
When I am denied, when I am starved.
Does it control your dreams, turn them into nightmares,
As it does mine?
I am not delusional, nor am I obscure.
But my thoughts are selfish, and habitually impure,
When I am detained, when my cravings are silenced.
Does it manipulate and destroy those precious moments of solace for you,
As it does for me?
I am not a monster, nor a demon to be purged.
But I can feel my pulse twitch, my chest tighten and burn,
When I can sense the dismissal, taste the rejection in the air.
Does it not create an aching in you, bringing agony,
As it does me?
Every fragment of my self-worth smothered,
My smile dismantled, my heart filled with static.
Does it never betray your senses to succumb to such a raw, human need?
I am alone while I am drowning.
How does it not consume you, as it does me?
-CRB

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“But I missed you very badly this morning.”—
Ernest Hemingway
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“You can decorate absence however you want- but your still gonna feel what’s missing.”—
Siobhan Vivian
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“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. Even when I hated you.”— Charles Sheehan-Miles
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To the One I Can’t Have
I’m in love with you.
Sorry.
I didn’t mean for this to happen…I swear. I never asked for any of this. All I wanted was a “hello” and to introduce myself.
I didn’t expect you to be so polite, so charming, or so amazing - I only expected we’d exchange a few words and forget we ever met. I had no idea that we would find ourselves wrapped in conversations for hours, and you’d be the only thing I could dream of for months on end. I didn’t know that there wouldn’t be anything I wanted more than to see you again…and my God, would I love to hold you.
I don’t know if I’ll ever speak to you again, let alone see you, or even be with you. I wish I could tell you how much this crushes me, but I know quite well that nothing is fair in love or war.
So, I’m in love with you.
Sorry.
“I am a hard person to love but when I love, I love really hard.”— (via purplebuddhaquotes)

