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sunsetabandon · 4 years
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"If she's amazing, she won't be easy. If she's easy, she won't be amazing. If she's worth it, you won't give up. If you give up, you're not worthy... Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for."
- Bob Marley
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sunsetabandon · 4 years
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I know I have not done enough good in my life for me to even dream or ask for heaven, but when I met you, I could not help but ask for just one chance.
Yes heaven smiled, I thought heaven came closer. But as heartbreaking as it is what is meant to be, heaven's door was shut. And the heaven that I hoped for, went further and further towards someone else.
Now I pray, not for the chance of heaven, but for that angel who gave me hope, that she'll be happy, loved, respected, so she can keep that smile, her laugh, the world that I have wished to be in.
You will always be an angel. SV.
- km
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sunsetabandon · 4 years
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The One Who is A Bottle-full of Repressed Angst
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My mind is a fucking circus but I’m harmless I promise I only ever have big daydreams because I have such dull passion I am sane, jaded, disillusioned. I am sometimes blue, sometimes flat, mostly jumpy and restless and angry and hurt and tired and careless Is this apathy? Is this dysthemia? I am a bottle-full of repressed angst but I am also a half-emty girl I feel that this tunnel is so fucking agonizingly long And on top of that, people say it’s interesting to be here But as far as I can see, there is nothing grand here. No cosmic significance of any kind. Or at least maybe, that’s just me and my monsters thriving
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sunsetabandon · 4 years
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Still searching the infinite? Check out this blissfully sad poem, written by our very own, ME Ava.  Love poetry? Follow APS on: Twitter - twitter.com/thealmostpoets Instagram - instagram.com/almostpoetssociety/ YouTube - bit.ly/utube-aps KtnxbaiTV - bit.ly/utube-ktnxbaiTV
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sunsetabandon · 4 years
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B U T    Y O U
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It’s 3 in the morning and I am wide awake. 
I think of you. 
I think of your smell, the crease on your forehead when you get too absorbed, your thick eyebrows, the curves on your lips, your always sleepy voice, your always drooping eyes. 
You. 
Before you, there was light and darkness and gray in between. Before you was a rock bottom. 
Before you was a void at 3 in the morning, empty conversations with strangers, tears on my pillow at night, stages of grief til the morning light. 
But you. 
You came and lulled me to sleep with your cozy arms. The noises may not have gone away completely but they became nothing but muffled cries. Not silenced but more calm. Somehow tamed. A sliver reminder to take care of my heart as I take this huge jump and trust my heart to a stranger, once again. 
Oh I never learn.
But you. 
You cut out all the noise.
A sunshine. 
A ripple in a dead ocean. 
A life after an end of an era. 
A clean slate. 
A wonderful possibility. 
Serendipity. 
Now there’s just laughter and plans for the weekend. Longer nights together and shorter moments apart. Smudged lipstick and messy hair. Excessive dopamine levels. 
I have put my heart on the line. Once again. Oh I never learn. But you. 
Is it a good idea? I don’t know. Does it make me feel good? 
No. It makes me feel so fucking great.
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sunsetabandon · 4 years
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I am in love with someone whom I have not met. A stranger whose eyes possess the most beautiful deep brown stare. Whose lips speak words that mesmerize, whose laughter brings elation. There are more to this stranger.
I am in love with a stranger, whose smile melt hearts, whose kiss define heaven, and whose heart and love culminate happiness to whom they belong to. A silent wish for myself, the hope to become the lucky one.
I am in love and have found this stranger. Whose beautiful deep brown eyes are not mine to stare. Whose words from those lips are not mine to listen to, whose laughter is not mine to hear and give. There are more to this stranger.
I am in love and have found this stranger, whose smile is not meant for this heart, whose kiss are not mine to feel. Whose heart and love belong to someone else. A silent wish for this stranger, the hope that the lucky one will be the right one.
I will continue to love this stranger. Even if we will remain as strangers, but pray that we become strangers no more.
- K.M. anon
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sunsetabandon · 4 years
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When we want to be happy, happiness does not always mean pursuing what we want or who we want, sometimes, it's pursuing our dreams and roads that might, just might, lead us back to deserve what would truly make us be.
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sunsetabandon · 4 years
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Indifference isn't a choice. It's a culmination of what experience has taught us, or how it broke us.
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sunsetabandon · 6 years
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Now tell me, how can there be anything “good” with goodbyes?
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sunsetabandon · 6 years
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sunsetabandon · 6 years
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sunsetabandon · 6 years
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We all come to a point that we realize that there is something that we want but fate has played its card. I know I can’t turn back time, I made a mistake, I was the mistake. You were already beautiful before we ever knew each other, your mind was a world of wonder, your flesh is but poetry. My only regret is that I never got the opportunity to make you feel that way. You are not just another girl, I’d be lying to myself if I’ll say that I’m not afraid to lose you. But then, we all are liars at some point. If the sun is to set upon us, will you still be there when the sun rises?
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