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he is no artist, not at all, but he's pretty sure
he knows good art when he sees it. and dear
God, this girl is a masterpiece.
he has been staring at her from across the room
for who-knows-how-long, and she is laughing,
maybe because she knows that his universe is
revolving around her. he loves her profile, and the
way she smiles, and how her hair falls over her
eyes, and how she plays with it when she's
embarrassed. maybe an hour has passed, maybe
a day, maybe only a minute, but before he knows
it, she is looking back at him with the most
heart-rending smile on her face. she is an absolute
angel, probably dropped from the clouds onto the
face of the earth, and he wonders why God would
send her down here, if only to break his heart.
he knows good art when he sees it. and dear
God, this girl is a masterpiece.
he has been staring at her from across the room
for who-knows-how-long, and she is laughing,
maybe because she knows that his universe is
revolving around her. he loves her profile, and the
way she smiles, and how her hair falls over her
eyes, and how she plays with it when she's
embarrassed. maybe an hour has passed, maybe
a day, maybe only a minute, but before he knows
it, she is looking back at him with the most
heart-rending smile on her face. she is an absolute
angel, probably dropped from the clouds onto the
face of the earth, and he wonders why God would
send her down here, if only to break his heart.
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Nothing
She said to me angrily,
You know nothing about me,
You know nothing about yourself,
So I said to her with a smile on my face,
I may not know much, but I know I love you.
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we have the softest heartbeats
i don't know what it means when you say
you don't know what i mean.
the implications of my every sentence stain the
atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering
how you can still be so clueless. how after
all this time. after all the sentences we traded
with each other. after every minute that makes
the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how
you could still not get me.
this is the part where i need to remind myself
that you were never mine.
you've never been anyone's because there isn't
a sentence simple enough to make you stay so
three words and eight letters won't leave you
breathless in between my bed sheet
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we're never what we think.
at least twice a day, i find myself wishing i was less.
less of a worrier.
less of a lover.
less of a mess.
all of this would be so much better, if the disconnect between
what i want and what i have would close because then things
would be simple for the first time in years. and i could inhale
without wondering what kind of consequences it will have five
minutes from now. you can only imagine what really goes
through my mind in the time it'll take you to breathe in and
out. now hold it. like i've been holding this thought for months
the girl i was is quickly vanishing.
i've been holding it like a secret on the tip of
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heart break?
that's sad.
that's sad.