“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

— Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

I only get on Tumblr after midnight lately. I’m not really sure why. :3

Sometimes, I just want you to love me again. I want you to talk about our future together, while I refute every single claim you make. I want you to look at me with that original look: part adornment, part awe, all love. I want to ramble about random, sporadic things with you. Sometimes, I just want you.

But most of the time, I don’t.

I keep picking up my phone to text you, but I resist the urge because I’m not sure what to say, or even where to begin.

is nothing but a shadow..