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#poetry for lovers
ajw-poetry · 2 years
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She reminds me of Annabel Lee
The way her hair drapes across her face is so
Enchanting to me
Her eyes filled with the shimmering
Light from the sea
The curves of her hips, of her waist
Meeting so elegantly
She’s poetic in the way she
Speaks to me
Slowly and softly like
Every word was meant just for me
Tonight I will rest in my house by the sea
Dreaming
Dreaming of my own
Annabel Lee
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jayvespertine · 3 months
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— Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.
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stallionromance2 · 3 months
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أثْمَلتُها بِقبلاتي
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oldwinesoul · 2 years
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“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”
—Oscar Wilde
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inkskinned · 5 months
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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!
they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.
they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.
you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.
but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.
where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.
and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?
doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.
but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.
what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.
just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?
your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.
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liesandnights · 2 years
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To lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given side-eye when you tried to fit in.... you are so worthy of love.
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wolkenleere · 9 months
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And I wondered what it was like to be chosen. I was never chosen. I was a maybe, a probably, sometimes even a definitely but never the one, never the chosen one.
Unknown
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myfakeplasticlove13 · 6 months
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You know I didn’t want to, have to haunt you, but what a ghostly scene
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vielesundnichts · 5 months
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- reyna biddy
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staygolden-ponyboy · 1 month
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firstfullmoon · 8 months
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Anis Mojgani, “To the Sea”
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poet4days · 2 months
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stallionromance2 · 3 months
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She seduced me with her ass
I wish she hadn't done it
Because I made her unable to sit on it for three days!
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deeeaahh · 5 months
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ackerima-is-not-here · 2 months
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" I crave you in the most innocent form. I crave to say good night and give you forehead kisses and to say that I adore you when you feel at your worst. I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you and nothing more or less."
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liesandnights · 5 months
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My version of flirting is looking at someone I find attractive multiple times and hoping they're braver than me.
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