I will sit and wait till it's noon
For some reason which cannot be comprehended.
I will cry to this wicked unbearable tune
That I play myself unintended.
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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
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Charles Bukowksi, Love is a Dog from Hell: Poems 1974-1977; from 'texan'
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i never wanted you to leave.
six-word poem.
d.b.a
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fatima aamer bilal, from all hunger is, is love.
[text id: oh, how i would pray to get sick so my mother would take care of me.]
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My nights were filled with thoughts of why wasn’t I good enough for you.
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So lucky to have my work in the first issue of Junk! Read it here
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"I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams."
– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
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fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.
[text id: i want to embrace you so closely that our bodies would become one.]
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“I watch him, and I think, he could be my soulmate.
But I hold myself back, I hold myself steady and let myself wonder if one day we will look back and laugh at our story. If one day we will be drinking coffee in the morning and talk about when we were young and dumb. He will tell me how much harder I made it for us, and I will shrug my shoulders and apologize for my stubbornness. And we will laugh and we will be together in the end.
And then I look down, and look back up to see him staring at me.”
- n.c. // and I hold myself back
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