Every day without you is harder than the previous one.


August 9th, 2014

5:09 AM

I’m wearing someone else’s clothes but I’m wishing they were yours.
About to sleep next to someone else and all I can think about is how I wish it was you instead of him.
I guess that’s what we get, that’s the choice that we’ve been given.
So I wear these clothes that aren’t yours and I sleep next to someone that isn’t you.
No matter what, I wish it was you.
And I wish these were your clothes
But anythings better than sleeping alone…


I wonder sometimes
If you still love me.
That’s what I wonder,
Do you still love me?
That’s all I wish to know.
So I start to wonder sometimes,
If he still loves me…


August 5th, 2014

I miss you too.


I just wish I could know,
If you ever truly loved me.
See, I thought I did.
I was sure of it.

I thought “wow, he really does love me. After all these years and after all this time, he’s told me he loves me.”

But it couldn’t have been true.
And I’ve loved no one more than the way I could ever love you.
I loved you more than you loved me,
Because I would never walk away from someone in need.

You don’t know what love is unless it’s the love you feel for yourself.
So if you come back I’ll tell you to leave again.
You probably would too.
Then I’ll know.
That your claim of love for more was all for show.

No driven desire to prove me wrong.
No burning passion to fight for my forgiveness.
Your biggest weakness is your arrogance.

If you think I’d ever forget what you’ve done, you’re wrong.
I could care less if you stay gone.


tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #826 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
What if I kiss all the spotsyou taught yourself to hate?What if I placed my hands on themand left them still, long enoughfor my heat to join yoursand you to forget there was ever airbetween our skin?What if I love all you loathe and what if I spend my days dirtying up your brain that was washed?Show you new pictures of the same youyou started avoiding in the mirror?What if I say all they say is wrongand fill your ears with honest wordsin a language you stopped practicing?What if I plant new flowersin the places you frown at,and teach you the names of themas they bloom?  What if I told you to never cut themand let the petals decorate the flooras you twirl through your life?What if you forgetyou were ever anything otherthan beautiful? 

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #826 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

What if I kiss all the spots
you taught yourself to hate?
What if I placed my hands on them
and left them still, long enough
for my heat to join yours
and you to forget there was ever air
between our skin?
What if I love all you loathe
and what if I spend my days
dirtying up your brain that was washed?
Show you new pictures of the same you
you started avoiding in the mirror?
What if I say all they say is wrong
and fill your ears with honest words
in a language you stopped practicing?
What if I plant new flowers
in the places you frown at,
and teach you the names of them
as they bloom? 
What if I told you to never cut them
and let the petals decorate the floor
as you twirl through your life?
What if you forget
you were ever anything other
than beautiful? 


tylerknott:

“No matter how long,
or how tired I become,
I will wait for you.”
— 	Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

“No matter how long,
or how tired I become,
I will wait for you.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson


tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #828 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #828 by Tyler Knott Gregson


I fight myself all the time about being a regular girl who wants love and romance but I act like I don’t care about having it because the truth is - the people I’ve been with aren’t giving it to me. So yes, of course I act like I don’t care. I act like I don’t care so when I bite the dust, it won’t be obvious how hurt I really am.


What all will you see
when you see it without me?
What then will it mean?