December 2011
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2011
2011 was one of the lowest points in my life. I made all the wrong choices in friendship and in love. I was self-indulgent with other people’s attention and it blinded me in my actions. It didn’t hit me until much later on, that I was impulsive with my emotions. I let those who mattered to me, go, just so that I could have a renewed feeling of being loved by someone else. Even if I...
frankocean:
i just listened to this a few times...
Her imperfections are what makes her perfect.
Metaphorically speaking,
You are not my poetry. I want you to be more than just one passing moment. More than just an instance of my memory that was never given the chance to take flight.
I want you to be my novel. A full length book; a beginning, a middle, and an everlasting end. I want that beautiful and intricate passing moment I would find in my poetry, but only, I want to see that love grow. Imagine our love...