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creatingnikki · 3 months

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falling in love.

there are not many people I come across that impress me. few that amuse me.

amusement may spark an interest. but it takes so much more to brew love.

tonight I don't crave being loved. tonight I crave falling in love. and you know, you know there was not much I knew when I was fourteen but I knew one thing right — you cannot fall in love, the true kind of love, if in that equation you are not loved back.

love is energy. that energy is an exchange. it is not one sided. not the love you know soul-deep.

and tonight that's the love I crave. the man I will fall in love. whose existence will make my heart happy, my soul calm, and my mind eleated.

yes, that's what I crave. falling in love.

it's equal in its presence, in its intensity, in its gentleness. it's the meeting of two souls. that's what the spark is. and when those two souls stay? that's what the spark evolves into — true love.

I've felt the spark one too many times but it always flickered too soon and extinguished if I was lucky or charred everything around me if I was not.

when did the spark get to evolve fully? never, not once.

but now that is what I want. the evolution of the spark. the stability of love. the surety. the equality of love. the meeting of two souls. the building and nurturing of a language of the two souls; a universe only they know and in the presence of which they glow with peace and contentment.

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4s1na · 2 months

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when I look at him, I feel like a small kid who's staring at the moon knowing that you’d never get to make it yours but still chooses to admire it every day.

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abrighterspark · 6 months

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your back is broad and bears burdens bigger than i know

but i swear to you, i'll take them first before the strain begins to show

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deuteragonized · 1 year

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he loves me.

i am broken

i am bloody

i am bruised

but he loves me.

he is constant and unwavering

as the sun

he shines on me and i am warm

because he loves me.

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ilovehimstill · 5 months

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My Long-Distance Love

I hate finding it's a two way street,

That love is also grief.

Time and its unholy trinity:

Future, past and me.

But sometimes, I get to agree

Eden isn't some long gone reverie.

It's stitched into your sheets,

And my memories.

And I try, I do, I swear, to be there.

But I'm here, and then I go,

Catch the bus that takes me

Away from home.

So I'm sleeping in your jumper,

The one with traces of your cologne.

But sometimes, somehow,

It makes me more alone.

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thepastisapebbleinmyshoe · 3 months

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I loved him, In tangled sheets, and half asleep.

he loved, the stranger beside him, a beautiful disaster, he thought he could keep.

with a soul too wild, to be chained to him. she dreamed, of paradise.

He craved control, and the thought of forever, touching his own lies.

We're Not Lovers

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breakingdivision · 4 months

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I dreamt of you last night. I spent all day trying to fall asleep again just to see you one more time.

- I can’t get you out of my mind (via breakingdivision)

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shittyartestries · 3 months

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i hope the stars know how lucky they are when you wish on them

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suffering-is-cute · 4 months

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banishing the hours of the quiet night, i vigorously

shake my head, calling away the moments before daylight's momentum hits.

my mother whispered into the shell of my ear, brandishing a cup of honey water like proof of a quest accomplished -

"it's not that i don't love you, it's that you're so hard to love."

i wonder what she thinks she gains by teaching her beloved child that she is unworthy of what she has given - i only shy away further from all touch, now, instead of inviting closeness.

and i used to ask her what she was watching and plop down beside her, trying to share in the fun

but i don't know, today, i just mutely watch her from the doorway, transfixed on her drama, Alone, Alone, Alone,

and pass by the door, heading for my own room.

the car crash of those words had no crunch zone and i am the one who crumpled, draining the cup dry, offering futile honest words

"i know, i know, i know" you have done such a great job of teaching me this lesson, you never had to put it in words to get it through.

fruitlessly, helplessly, uselessly, difficulty, i have bated my breath and baited myself. i have bared my soul to this ceaseless thought of not being worth company.

i accepted it, but this sin surpasses all previous sins - if you don't love me, i beg of you, just never tell me that it's because i am me.

banishing the hours of the quiet night, i switch on the radio and go to sleep. i also know that you have your own issues, dearest mother of mine (i say this without bite), i know that your mother does not love you enough and so you do not know how to love.

i agree, finally, that i am allowed to be loved, I give assent to the me quarreling within for rights.

Oh, i can't stop loving and questioning and hoping for understanding. i hope you forgive me, mother, for not blindly believing you when you say that I'm hard to be loved -

there is someone who loved me regardless, so i know it can be done. on that day that i was love, i was handed the proof that i am alive and not merely a ghost, clutching at the documents printed with the signature and stamp of someone willing to be responsible for my life.

there is paperwork, so i can prove it.

one woman's trash is

another man's

treadmill, thread, treasure

i am fine with being your trash

as long as there is one person in this world who looks at me and sees the glorious tides swishing around buried treasure

i can stand up, straight, again. after everything. accidental compromises. vast misfortune. majority disbelieving.

i went back to sleep peacefully. the creamer in my coffee speaks an ancient prophecy - even if you mind, you will be loved - and this holds me steadfast like an anchor in a storm or an x in a treasure map.

staying sitting in this room, I won't fall because I am ready to be found and I am freed from wanting to be quiet like the surroundings of my hurt that I hadn't realised was there.

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creatingnikki · 4 months

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you tell me you don't like poetry. that you prefer a messy text with bad grammar but authentic emotion. and I smile and tell you that my poetry is a lot like that, a list of drunk texts at 2 am I never sent the person I wrote them for. minus the bad grammar. but authentic emotion? but words that aren't pompous? expression that's human? that's what my poetry is. and now at close to 2 am, I want to send you some texts. authentic emotion. lower caps. lacking punctuation perhaps. but what would I say? I'm not drunk. and I'm not in love. maybe one day you will read my poetry and wonder if in another universe we would know each other better and how wonderfully authentic that would be, how spectacularly human.

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abrighterspark · 3 months

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don't you fall for the prince charming trap...

if it looks like it's love but feels like an act,

break out of those bars and take your heart back.

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deuteragonized · 1 year

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the way he says my name

is like free verse poetry

far surpassing the old masters

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ilovehimstill · 1 year

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'Do I, from time to time,

Cross your mind,

As you often do mine?'

You asked, as though a question,

So simply, with your small smile.

Oh, My Love, you don't cross my mind,

As though you're some passerby.

You are the city and the streets -

You constellate the most beautiful parts of me -

So can we agree that you don't leave?

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sweetfreedom2107 · 26 days

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3:26 A.M Sidewalk

You dig knives into me in order to carve me a heart, but I'm bleeding out all over your armor.

You're trying to bring me down but it's not like I could anyways make it any further.

You excuse your acts of cruelty towards me saying it's love

And I accept it because I wouldn't know what is supposed to be love anyways.

Am I letting you stay around even if you don't need permission? Yes.

I'm clinging onto my abuser.

Because I can accept love in whichever form it is

Even if it skins me and leaves me raw on the 3:26 a.m sidewalk.

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4s1na · 2 years

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it's always" I love you" and never "you are my muse"

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shittyartestries · 7 months

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unsweetened.

i sugar coated

hoping the sugar would make them stick

but you just licked up the sweetness

and let the words fall away

-

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