I Wrote This For You

by pleasefindthis

I know sometimes, things hurt. But I also know that we’ll get through this. That our hearts will arrive on the other side, in one piece. That everything is beautiful, if we give it the chance to be.

Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public.

And then my soul saw you and it kind of went “Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

And then my soul saw you and it kind of went “Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

So if all we have is that glance in the window. If all we have is till this train stops. If all we have is till the sun comes up, till your lift picks you up. And if all we have is till the day I die. I’m ok with what we have.

I’m sure people just kiss each other. I’m sure that sometimes you’re talking and somehow two people move closer and closer to each

I’m sure people just kiss each other. I’m sure that sometimes you’re talking and somehow two people move closer and closer to each other and then, they just kiss. I’m sure it happens all the time. But I’m also sure that a kiss is never just a kiss.

And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.

December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped believing.

But Sunday, Sunday knows she’s the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she’s the dawn.

But Sunday, Sunday knows she’s the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she’s the dawn.

It may have just been a moment to you, but it changed every single one that followed for me.

It may have just been a moment to you, but it changed every single one that followed for me.

I don’t know if you felt that or not. But it felt like two people kissing after hours of thinking about it. It felt like two people talking after nights of silence. It felt like two people touching after weeks of being numb. It felt like two people facing each other after months of looking away. It felt like two people in love after years of being alone. And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.

I don’t know if you felt that or not. But it felt like two people kissing after hours of thinking about it. It felt like two people talking after nights of silence. It felt like two people touching after weeks of being numb. It felt like two people facing each other after months of looking away. It felt like two people in love after years of being alone. And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.

You are the best parts of all the songs I love.

And as we touch, I can never tell if you are touching me or I am touching you.

The world made me cold. You made me water. One day we'll be clouds.

I’m a picture without a frame. A poem without a rhyme. A car with three wheels. A sun without fire.

I am a gun without bullets. I am the truth without someone to hear it. I am a feeling without someone to feel it. This is who I am. A mess without you. Something beautiful with you.

You can try and hold me back. Build your damn walls, pack sandbags along the edges and yell at the clouds and the rain and the sky to stop. But I will not relent. I will reach you. Because I am the sea. And I will continue to love you no matter what.

So may you find in each other what you came here for. And trust that this is love because it is (love is trust). And tangled lives you may lead but into each other, never apart, till you cannot distinguish between being and being together.

Just pretend you’re in a movie. Be as brave and as full of love as the main character. Because we all need to believe in movies, sometimes.

Just pretend you’re in a movie. Be as brave and as full of love as the main character. Because we all need to believe in movies, sometimes.

Every time they cut you, I bleed.

Every time they cut you, I bleed.

The words “I love you” become nothing but noise. But that’s why we kiss. To say with our lips what we couldn’t before.

I hold you like I do, tightly because I know that one day, I’ll die. And I am determined to do it with a smile on my face.

I’ll see you at your funeral, if you’ll see me at mine. I’ll wait at the edges for your ghost to rise (until the end of time). We’ll find someplace nice to haunt, an abandoned beach house filled with memories of summer sunburns. Children will giggle as we tickle their feet at night and they’ll never know the bad dreams we fight. We’ll make our own heaven. Walking in places we used to walk until death, dies.

I know you’re not here, I can see it in your eyes when we talk. Where ever you are, come back soon.

It’s when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know “This is love.” And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren’t pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away.

I know there was something before you. I just can’t remember what it was.

All the space without you in it, is empty.

The heart is a muscle like any other and the best exercise you can do for it is called picking yourself up off the floor.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s not knowing what’s wrong with someone and all you want to do is make them feel better.

Being gifted doesn’t mean you’ve been given something. It means, you have something to give.

Forget about your lists and do what you can because that’s all you can do. Phone up the people you miss and tell them you love them. Hug those close to you as hard as you can. Because you are always only a drunk driver’s stupidity, a nervous shopkeeper’s mistake, a doctor’s best attempts and an old age away from forever.

Forget about your lists and do what you can because that’s all you can do. Phone up the people you miss and tell them you love them. Hug those close to you as hard as you can. Because you are always only a drunk driver’s stupidity, a nervous shopkeeper’s mistake, a doctor’s best attempts and an old age away from forever.

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

Don’t you dare tell me nothing matters. Everything matters. Every fucking drop of rain, every ray of sunlight, every wisp of cloud matters and they matter because I can see them and if I can see them then they can see me and I know that there’s an entire world that cares out there, hiding behind a world that doesn’t, afraid to show who it really is and with or without you, I will drag that world out of the dirt and the blood and the muck until we live in it. Until we all live in it.

The bad news is, people are crueler, meaner and more evil than you’ve ever imagined. The good news is, people are kinder, gentler and more loving than you’ve ever dreamed.

“Love, at every opportunity you are given to love. Be less afraid. Embrace each day (none are promised). Cry when you need to, it’ll make you feel better. You were put on this planet to feel every feeling you could, do that. Everything works out in the end. I promise.”