#excerpt from a story i’ll never write

[yellowpoet]

I have small hopes that I hold in my hands

They shift and slip like silky sands

Hardly helping, perhaps even hindering

Yet still I stoop to see them shimmering

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[aurevoirbby]

I know you said you’re leaving soon, but I’m leaving too. And sometimes I wish I was leaving with you.

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[shewantedtosay]

i don’t know if this will ever make its way to your eyes, but if it has i just want you to know that i love you. i love you more than i really understand i think. i want you to know that you’ve taught me that love isn’t scary or bad or wrong. you’ve taught me that love is something i deserve just like everyone else. i want you to know that you’ve done so much more for me than you’ll ever know. i’m so grateful that the stars aligned and put us together in the same place at the same time. i’m so grateful to have met my soulmate.

i love you. i love you in every universe.

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[like-themoon]

you remind me of my favourite flowers

of violets and lilacs and lilies

of the rain and the fresh grass

you remind of the light summer breeze

and the little baby pink hearts

of the silent voice of the waters moving

of the chocolate i devour

you remind me of the good things

the things i dream of having

the things i have seen but never felt as if they were mine

you remind me of love and free and care and the sea

of everything and anything

i could never find in me

~like-themoon

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[creatingmyownlittlenightmare]

Truth is I couldn't bring myself to walk through those doors every day knowing that I would never see you there again.

I couldn't handle how it made my chest feel like it was going to cave in from the aching.

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[classic-romantic]

I’m at my house but I still feel like I wanna go home

#idk what that means #excerpt from a story I’ll never write

[lost-in-time-marie]

God Lives With The Ants

When I was younger, I would lay under a maple tree in the backyard. I’d stare up at the leaves and watch them wither from a bright green into orange and red and fall all around my head. I’d talk with the wind that danced and sang as it rushed through the trees and played with my hair. I’d observe the ants as they went about their business in the dirt next to me. So small, and yet we occupied the same space, but our perspectives couldn’t be more different. Our futures intimately linked and yet I found myself wondering if this crawling little insect could sense my gaze. I wondered what great giant’s ribcage laid beside my whole infinite universe, small enough to be held on the tip of their finger. And suddenly, for the first time, I believed that colossus did gaze at my universe, occupying its same space, but somehow so small and impossibly different, and it would get misty eyed pondering the complexity and beauty of our entangled existences, and it would hope things for all us and then mourn those hopes as they changed and evolved over the years, entirely beyond anyone’s reach at this point.

~K.

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[soul-xhoney]

1:10

You’re still the one I think of when I have things to tell; and when I wore your sweatshirt yesterday I realized how much I missed your smell. It lingered…

Like all the things I’ve mentally made note of since the day we met, it stained my brain the way we stained your counter with the red wine we drank

Or the way I’d stand to lock your hair after a late afternoon beach run; like the touch of your warm skin that embraces me like the sun

Like the words to the song you wrote, the art drew or the sculpture you made; the look on your face when you showed me

You linger…

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[abbigailnichole]

"How do you move on?" I asked the darkness.

Grief, l've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. Grief is just love with no place to go. Sometimes, the bad things that happen to us are not valuable lessons. Nothing can be extracted from them, there are no positives to some things. It is okay to feel grief for what happened to you, to mourn what you have lost, to know it was not fair. Sometimes, we can only let go of the past by grieving it, by admitting it was not okay, but now that we are dealing with the pain, sometimes you can't move on.

-but we can hope for a better future

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[escapingthelabryinth]

I've given all the space I can give. I'm boxed into a corner and the room just keeps filling, and I can't breathe in here, it's suffocating. So I punch a hole into the wall. Fresh air brushes against my cheek as it filters into the room. It goes quiet, everyone looking at me as if they'd forgotten I was there, forgotten that I'd invited them into this place, my space. I punch another hole, then another, then another, until a human-sized hole exists. And I slip out of it.

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[aurevoirbby]

2023 September 7

Has it been hard for you too? Do you wish we met each other sooner and maybe we could have given us a chance? I still get sad because I think we could have done it. Maybe it wouldn’t have worked out but at least we tried. At least we had a little longer with each other in our lives. We’re so young. I know it would hurt the same but I don’t think I would have regretted it. I wish you would have rather had something than nothing. Even if it was only for a few more months. I can’t stop thinking of the times we had and thinking how much I’d love it if we made it.

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[shewantedtosay]

April

i spent april without you.

i can't believe i spent april without you.

i can't believe there wasn't a day in the fourth month of 2022 that i didn't get to be in your presence.

even worse is that i have to spend may without you.

and june.

but july will start with your presence.

and hopefully not another month goes by that i have to spend without you.

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[awhisperamongechoes]

Even after 23 years, I’ve still never quite learned the difference between putting in effort to continue something and the desperation of holding onto something that wasn’t meant to be.

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[phobicsiren]

“I hate what you’ve turned me into.”

Somewhere, someone said that we must accept that love does not always stay and to open the door when it leaves, thanking it for even stopping by.

You deserve no such thanks.

I fell into your life, a mess. You saw my worst and didn’t shy away from it. Instead you were gentle, so gentle with me. I did not sleep much then and you used to stay up with me, lull me to sleep, and then let me rest despite my protests that I didn’t need to, that I was “fine”.

Somewhere in your accidental saving me - from myself, from a heartbreak so severe I did not think I would or could ever recover from - a deep friendship took root. In those first few days, when my heart was a barren field frosted over, you were so gentle, so patient. You checked on me, saw right through my sunny demeanor, could feel my rain clouds and you never shied away.

As days turned to weeks and the frosty field that was my heart began to thaw, you weeded my fields, sowed seeds in what was once rocky terrain. You turned over rocks, each one giving you a little piece of me; with each rock overturned, picked up, given a place, you picked upon my references, bantered back with your own. It did not take long before we developed a language that was uniquely ours, and with it, our friendship sprouted.

Along the way, you surprised me; I did not think that I could ever laugh and mean it again. On too many a quiet night, you proved me wrong; my joyous laughter echoed through the too-quiet house, leaving me breathless, my sides in stitches, and threatening to wake the house up. You always struck strategically: when my laughs subsided to carefully contained giggles, you would crack a well-timed quip that would send me back to breathlessness, as though you were with me, tickling me.

In record time, our friendship blossomed and you became one of my favorite people. Even so, I was not without my defenses. While I worked to mend my patchwork heart, you found holes in my walls, leapt over the rubble and snatched up my bricks and mortar. When I wasn’t looking, you hid them, gave yourself a back door to my heart, and got closer to me than I wanted anyone to be, even you.

You rekindled a fire in my heart’s hearth, settled in, cozied up to me…because I let you. I didn’t have to show you how broken I am, but I did and I believed you accepted me for it. Weeks turned to months, and our friendship blossomed, changed. We slid from just friends, sowing seeds for something that could be more beautiful if we let it. Little did we realize, while we nurtured this new beautiful thing, our friendship began to go awry. Looking back, I cannot pinpoint when our friendship began to wilt, but I know that it wasn’t instantaneous. It was a slow death, drawn out over one thousand well-intended cuts. You wield the scythe, look at me guiltily, but continue to hack and slash like this is the only way. How dare you?

Your betrayal has been two-fold. When I thought you accepted me, you were disarming me of my bricks and mortar, stealing them to fortify your own castle. According to you, nobody can get close to you, know you. You believe yourself a monster, incapable of being loved, undeserving of beautiful things. I like to believe in the twilight hours, under blankets of stars we told secrets to, you let me see who you really are. You aren’t a monster, this I am sure of. I have tried to cure you of your disillusions - a pithy, handwritten note tucked into a carefully chosen book, shared experiences that make me think of you, trinkets from my adventures. You feel undeserving of each, try to convince me so.

I know you aren’t the monster you see yourself as. I want to grab the mirror you’ve held up, forced me to look at and show you the truth, make you see you like I see you. I hate what you’ve done to me, turned me into. I hate that you’ve left me exposed, robbed my castle of its walls while you’ve fortified yours, sequestered yourself away. I hate that every love song reminds me of you, but you act like it’s unrequited. Under the blanket of stars we’ve murmured secrets to, you’ve shown me it’s not. I’ve been Atlas, shouldering this friendship, bleeding out from its innumerable cuts for too long while you shove me away. It is irony that I suffer the same fate I once warned you of, lest you got too close to me. When I warned you, you were thoughtful, said you’d understand; You weren’t supposed to steal my defenses, turn them on me but you did.

I told you what hurt me most and over the last few months, I’ve watched you become each of these things. What started as texts throughout the day and laughter that made my cheeks sting, has ended as one word quips, frustrated sighs, and asking myself if it was worth it. In the moment I believed it was, but hindsight being truesight, you have proved again, and again, and again, that I have been doing all the heavy lifting.

I hate what you have turned me into. You gave me hope, something to hold on to when I was drowning. Where are you now that my meadow has blossomed and I need to harvest the fruits of our labor? Where are you now that I am ready to conquer yours, mine… our demons?

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[creatingmyownlittlenightmare]

You were everything I ever wanted but it was too late for me by time you can along. I had been so broken that I no longer believed it was a real possibility.

You were everything I ever wanted but at the wrong time and I regret everything I did that hurt you.

You were everything. I cried for at night when I was begging someone to love me, but I was already so far gone by the time you appeared.

I'm so sorry I couldn't get myself together.

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[herawell]

“You have always been loved. Since before you could remember, from before your first breath. You had a mother who loved you enough to die for you and a mother who loved you enough to live for you, and those are both feats of equal worth.”

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