She broke a little each day, leaving the pieces with everyone she met She broke so quietly, the pieces Never making a sound, as they fell on the floor Leaving parts of herself behind, trailing in her wake Nobody even knew she was broken But … Continue reading Beautifully broken.
To all my friends, who would drop everything and come running if I was sad. You know who you are.
Hello, my dear dear friends.
This letter is not going to be sappy and emotional. Okay, it totally is going to be. I’ll try to tone down the sappiness though, we all know I’m not good at that. *chuckles*
I’ve been feeling emotional for some reason, and I was going around telling everyone how much I love them, which, lets face it, I never do. So, I thought, why not make it into a post for the whole world to know? Let them know how lucky I am?
I have no idea how to even begin putting into words how you guys make me feel. You have been there for me when I needed it the most, through all the important and the not-so-important things. You listen to me babble about random stuff, and sit there with that smile playing on your lips. That’s not even the best part. The best part is that you actually care about all those random things I have to say. And, about my crazy theories. *chuckles*
And, when I’m feeling paranoid about something and start overreacting as usual *insert eye roll*, you let me call you up and listen patiently while I list out the reasons why I think I’m justified in being paranoid, and you never once try to offer advice or interrupt me, because you know all I want is for you to listen. I can think out loud in front of you.
You never once tell me I’m being silly, or that I’m overreacting. Wait a minute, you do. Haha! What’s more, you never judge me, and you always understand. I can’t even begin to thank you guys for that. Talking to you guys always, ALWAYS makes me feel better. I can be super weird with you, and not have you running away. Most importantly, I can be completely MYSELF with you.
You guys are all the therapy I need. All those times when you guys make me laugh so hard my stomach hurts. And all those pep-talks you give me whenever I need it. You are the ONLY ones who can tell me bluntly that I need to cut the crap, and get away with it. Sometimes, the truth hurts, and you never fail to tell me that, even when others would comfort me with lies. And, I love you for it.
God, I love you guys. So freaking much. Even though I don’t say it much, I hope you know that I do. Also, I can’t imagine life without you. It would be dark and gloomy. To be quite honest, it wouldn’t be much of a life. You colour my world, in the most beautiful way possible. You guys are my family.
If this post has been dedicated to you, know that you are loved. Unconditionally. And, you better comment on this post. Each one of you. *stares you down* (No sappy stuff, please. I would prefer it if you stick to those affectionately rude comments.) Or I will kick your ass. I mean it. *stern expression* I can see you rolling your eyes and saying, “no you won’t”. *sigh*
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
P.S. This post is for my real life friends. I will dedicate one for you all lovely readers later. 🙂
Converting ugly thoughts into beautiful words.
–And stealing everybody’s hearts with them.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
To Pranay Oscar Lakra, again. Why? Because I can. Also, because sometimes love is simply a best friend being there for you.
Love is finding someone who loves all your broken pieces.
Love is finding someone who doesn’t want to tame your demons, but wants to dance with them.
Love is understanding them, and not judging them at times when everyone else would.
Love is loving them even when you hate them.
Love is giving up your last slice of chocolate cake, even though you love cake.
Love is finding someone who knows the complete version of the real you, the version you keep hidden from everybody else, and they love you for it.
Love is finding someone you never have to be anybody but yourself with.
Love is arguing with them with all you’ve got without the fear of losing them hanging over your head.
Love is when their mood can easily affect yours.
Love is taking care of them when they are too old to take care of themselves.
Love is sitting on your porch swing when you’re old and wrinkled, and watching your grandkids play.
Love is not letting them go to bed sad.
Love is making their favourite food when they’re mad at you, even though you suck at cooking.
Love is wanting to kill them, but not doing so because you would miss them.
Love is telling them the truth, even if it’s going to hurt.
Love is getting up off the dinner table and suddenly twirling her around, and watching the happiness flash across her face.
Love is when you can think out loud in front of them.
Love is finding someone who would just.. Stay.
Love is home.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
I’m the little boy, standing at the edge of a cliff
Screaming at the top of his lungs in ecstasy.
I’m the old man, sitting near the window
Waiting for someone to wave at him.
I’m the puppy that wags its tail, and licks your hand
Following you home.
I’m the florist, delivering flowers
Spreading smiles on everyone’s faces.
I’m the girl, sitting there all by herself
With a book in her hand, and a smile on her face.
I’m the sun that sets, bathing everyone
In it’s orange glow, as they look up in awe.
I’m the moon, that comes peeking out at night
And disappears at the light of dawn.
I’m the stars that shine, only in the darkness
In the velvety night sky.
I’m the book you love, the one
You read over and over again.
I’m the creases in the corners of your eyes,
I’m the wrinkles on your skin.
I’m the dust that settles in your shelves,
The dimples on your cheek.
I’m the rain on a sunny day, and
The rainbow that comes after it.
I’m the wide grin on a child’s face, and
I’m the feeling of falling in love.
I’m the bird, that soars high in the sky
As high as I can go.
I’m the sunshine, and the dark sky.
I’m life, and death, and everything in between.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
You pick me off the corner
Where I lay
Lonely and forgotten.
You take me home
And close the door
And breathe a deep sigh of relief.
We’re finally alone
You and I.
You look at me
With love in your eyes
And caress me oh-so-lovingly.
You breathe in
My intoxicating scent.
It is disgustingly clear
That you’ve fallen.
Fallen for me
At first sight.
Because with me
You can be whoever
You want to be.
A queen,
A mother,
Or just a girl
Who found love
In a hopeless place.
You let my words
Make love to you.
You’re a junkie
And I’m your drug.
Because I make you
Forget who you are.
I fill your brain
With words
Until they all merge
To form a beautiful picture.
A picture that is my story.
I take you
To places forgotten
Where dreams become reality
And anything is possible.
You spend life
Folded between my pages.
Like I’m the very air
You want to breathe.
You’re a junkie
And I’m your drug.
Because after you read me
You
Will
Never
Be
The
Same
Again.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
I built walls so high,
No one could climb it.
Waiting for someone,
Who cared enough to try.
A few tried,
But gave up after a while.
Guess they were too tired,
To climb so high.
And then you came along,
With a smile and a song.
Singing about how,
You wanted to break my walls down.
I watched you take a hammer to my walls,
From behind a closed window.
Waiting for you to give up,
Like so many others before.
I watched you work for days,
And weeks, and months.
Never giving up,
Never tiring.
Finally, I opened a window,
And you climbed inside.
And together we broke the walls,
That I had built so high.
You sang a song,
And I finally sung along.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
Love me,
And I’ll let you win at scrabble.
Put down the book I’m reading,
Just to smile at you.
Pretend to be asleep,
Just to let you watch me a little more.
Go to the beach during sun set,
And watch you instead.
Love me,
And I’ll write poems for you
Letting my words make love to you.
We can make forts,
And fall asleep inside them.
Bake cookies in the kitchen,
And end up having food fights instead
We can go on road trips,
And get lost on the way.
I’ll let you pick the songs
When we drive.
And you can stay up all night,
Listening to me whine.
We can spend Saturdays,
Watching bad TV at home.
Steal kisses on the road,
When no one’s looking.
Love me,
And I’ll give you my soul
And then some.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
Stars: 4 Recommended? Yes. I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review. It doesn’t change my opinion in any way. Warning: This review contains spoilers. This book is perfect for fans of Stephen King. It’s been a while since I’ve read thrillers. But, let … Continue reading Deadly messengers by Susan May.
You’re broken glass, and I’ve got
Shards of you, stuck to my skin
They pierce me, with every breath I take
Making me bleed, until I’m covered in blood
But don’t they know, that I’m a masochist?
Who craves the pain, that comes from loving you?
I’ve got my lungs full of you
Making it hard to breathe
But I love the pain, the pain that comes from loving you
The pain kills me, but makes me feel alive
I’ve got shards of you, stuck to my skin
And I’m in no hurry, to take them out.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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