Oooh all those ‚what if’s. People imagine the most unbelievable scenarios, and feel comfortable with them because they are, only‚ what if‘’s. However far they go, whatever relationship they start, whichever countries they move to, it’s safe. Because it’s only in their imagination. It’s in my imagination too.

And I think it makes sense. You can explore every option and outcome of every scenario and situation. But, in the spirit of this challenge, I think it would be, in a different way, a crazy safe option to trust whatever’s coming your way. That it is something that’s right for you.

And, most likely, it’s something that you have never imagined.

Because even people that have the craziest ideas, never allow themselves to dream of things they actually deserve.

#challengeoftheweek

what if we fell in love?

is that a crazy idea?

I already look at you like you are a planet

and I am your moon.

you give me light and I give you admiration

in this vast sky we navigate by happenstance.

what if we took a trip?

tomorrow? are you free?

no? how about next week?

it'll take hours to get there. I'll show you around.

we can drink wine by the pool and share

our deepest darkest secrets to each other.

what if we got a cat?

I want to love something like I adore you

something for which I can care

fulfill my motherly instinct

create an ecosystem of comfort and responsibility

an outlet for an age old desire.

what if we robbed a bank?

we look like a pair who could pull it off,

like bonnie and clyde or some other infamous couple

we could be them if we wanted to

we could be anything

you and me

I know it's impulsive but...

is it a crazy idea?

i treat myself nicely

i let my hair grow

i buy myself flowers

i breathe through my nose

i smile with the stars

i dance all alone

i never shed a tear

i never leave home

Pelting rain

Drenched sundae

Disheveled hair

Embarrassed smile

Like a wet cat

I don't wanna be there

But you dragged me there

W h e r e

A heart shaped balloon with a heart shaped cake

You stole my heart with a heart shaped ring.

My legs have never been hairier.

(And that’s not a bad thing. It’s a fact that simply exists, like bad politics.)

If there was a hypothetical toilet that could fit me down it, I’ve been flushed multiple times. Like puke after a long night.

And while the stars and sun shine down on me,

I am eclipsed by the knowledge

That there’s probably months to go.

There’s no rest for me. I just get tipsy.

You saw me

You liked me.

You conquered me.

You made me dependent on you.

You moved on.

You left me.

You want me to beg.

You want me to mourn.

You want me out of your life.

You are happy.

Your story ended.

So I’ll rewrite it.

You will see me again.

Just like the first day we met.

Shining eyes, my joyous smile,

Then you will miss me.

I won’t be a victim

Rather I will be a

Victor

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I hate you 

And so do you :)

(For the record, she does not hate me)