For when I'm crying... by StarvingSlicingTeen, literature
Literature
For when I'm crying...
For when you just don't know.
For when I cry and you're not sure what I want. Or what to do.
When I'm crying because of something you said,
Or we've just been talking,
Or I've done something.
Then I just want to be held close whilst you give me
Those little kisses on my forehead and neck and
Tell me that I do mean something.
Tell me what I mean to you, the little things you like about me.
If I'm crying because I'm confused,
Or feel like a failure for anything from
Bad grades to not doing something you asked,
Then tell me it's going to be okay, I can still do things.
Tell me the ways that I make you feel,
Tell me your favourite moments
Sewing my heart back together. by StarvingSlicingTeen, literature
Literature
Sewing my heart back together.
When I first heard
The words ‘I love you’
Come from your lips after you’d kissed me
My heart cracked.
Not because it was a lie,
Not because I didn’t love you,
But because, right then, I realised
That you were the first person
To say those words to me,
Who wasn’t a family member,
Or a close friend.
Because instead you are the boy
Who’s arms I can curl up in
And who I can fall asleep next to,
Who I can trust.
And then I realised, that my heart didn’t break,
It didn’t falter, or crack
Instead, a few of the little pieces,
Were being stitched back together.
So this is really just t