Dearest love,
I only know how to play with words. You said you didn't understand the meaning behind the string of words I crafted to romanticize love. But now I think otherwise. I still remember the way you looked in my eyes, while you bespoke sugar-coated lies. Since you've demonstrated your proficiency in that area by recounting nonexistent tales of love.
You hurt me in a way I find romantic.
Perhaps within my mind, there's a subtle stain,
a whisper of discord, a silent pain,
where thoughts do stray, and emotions wane,
mayhaps there lies an unseen chain of wrong chemicals in my brain.
Because then there would be an explanation of why I can't loathe you. You wrote me letters, and I keep them inside my diary. I always end up reading them again and again.
I remember how you held me the first time.
In that tender grasp, you whispered like a gentle grace,
"I dreamt of kissing you for so long."
And blushing hues adorned my face.
We sat there with legs entwined,
as hour took it's flight,
laughing in delight over the stories about your friends,
and everything felt right.
I remember how we shared the cup of coffee, your smile reflected in the mug's design.
You said it tasted better with my lipstick's sweet sign.
You took me to your favorite place and I asked you about your dreams. You said, "You. You are my dream."
I kissed you and I could feel my heart bursting with butterflies.
I sat there, on the same place where we once shared coffee remembering how you told me I need to let go of you, that it was the easiest thing I could do.
How does one erase the cherished love they've known?
Where's the oneness, the bond once shown?
What of vows pledged, in moments alone,
now lost to winds of time, to the unknown.
You were never afraid of heartbreak because it wasn't yours that was destroyed.
Your voice, once music to my soul,
now tuned out,
And in its silence, I knew you were in love with someone else.
Oh love,
You told me how you dreamt of kissing me
for a long time
Tell me,
As you were leaving me, were you dreaming of it
But for someone else this time?
~ t.s. @statingeuphoria
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"when i watch you sleep, i feel overwhelmed that you exist."
~ beach read// Emily Henry
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her: I will not listen to you, SHUT UP.
him: Yes, baby. I am sorry.
(In bedroom, restraining her hands from behind and whispering in her ear)
him: So, what was that attitude about?
I WANT THIS SEXUAL TENSION!!!!!!!
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Bitches with trust issues love enemies to lovers because they love the idea of seeing someones worst traits first and still be able to fall in love them without the everpresent underlying fear of weather their worst is something genuinely evil. It's me. I'm bitches.
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I know, I shouldn't write this,
but when I taste lavender on your lips,
I just couldn't resist,
with you, I can feel how alive my love is,
hear me out,
my youth belongs to you,
chasing happiness with your sunrise,
protecting you from broken sunsets,
haunted by demons,
with you surrendering to a reason,
to live, to breathe,
because it's true, you and me
are meant to be.
~t.s.// @statingeuphoria
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