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thewordsillneverspeak · 6 months
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manincaffeine · 1 year
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That's the thing about people who haven't been loved much. They think about every kind gesture, a slightest touch of fingers, kind smiles, random acts of love, intimacy in every small thing . They find that love wherever they can cause it was never given to them freely. They don't ask for love, they search for it everywhere.
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peachyealfie · 1 year
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I want a love, where they stay. I’m not asking for them to fix me, or pick up after me.
I want a love where I can never be to much by being just..me.
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maiawrites · 2 years
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Been stuck in bed for days, depression really got me down and out. Anxiety doing it's best to drown me out and leave me full of doubt... I'm stuck in a bad space, as if everything was my mistake.
months passing by me, I'm left in a foggy haze.
I'm listless with no regard for my own well-being.
I think something's wrong with my heart. It's not beating like its supposed to, the rhythm has changed, some of my memories been erased, its so painful I don't know how much more it can take.
Time keeps moving I lost another week...
My mind drowns in thoughts of you, it's become so fucking weak.
My memory feels vague, you could probably see right through, I've become so blatanly opaque.
Silence drowns me out , It chokes me up on the inside,
I miss you- a repeated phrase echoing itself over and over again - in my headspace.
I'm caught up, I know I've become such a fuck-up. my montage would probably break up an entire entourage, - Jesus fuck I'm such a fucking sap.
In a fog of hazel the color reminds me of the brown in your orbs.
I see it everywhere: hazelnut- the flavor of my favorite chocolate latte, the warm golden brown color in my cup of my coffee I drink in the mornings, and your eyes - it reminds me of your fucking stupid eyes which I can't seem to get out of my head ,it reminds me of a warm golden brown shining brightly in the quiet afternoon, especially when the just the right ray of sunlight would break in through the half-closed window blinds, and light those wistful eyes into a deep beautifully speckled brown.. It reminds of the way those pools of brown would smile at me and make me feel seen.
The situation's got me feeling dazed , maybe even a little bit fazed.
The bed's a mess, my lungs... So fucking compressed, from all this gawd damn awful stress.
My vision's blurry, The tears sometimes really annoying
But I can’t do anything about it, .
My head's too clouded ,ever since my heart got stuck and left in a abyss of darkness shrouded.
This love the very death of me , could this be all you'll ever see.. how could you be a witness of these words , witness my heart beating between these lines, and still say that everything's completely fine.
copyright - @ Maysunwrites
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bunnioxox · 7 months
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♡ It was never me you had your eyes on.
I stopped loving, caring and having my eyes on someone. Not until, you came... The first day I saw you.. I immediately knew I liked you. I tried talking to you on that day but your replies were so cold. But, I still put up with it and kept messaging you. You took so long before replying or you wouldn't reply to me at all. I stopped talking to you when I noticed.. you and my friend were getting closer. She likes you, I know that.. so I let you two be. People around you were in awe when they see you, even your friends. But when I stopped talking to you, I get you staring at me. Those eye contacts we have that are so long. It was weird.. When you and other people came to the subdivision where I lived. I guess that was where we started getting close. You were teasing me about the guy that liked me, if you only knew though.. I loved seeing you smile, hearing your laugh. I was happy that you weren't cold to me anymore. And that day when you started talking to me in chat. That was were... it bloomed. After that day, we were now talking consecutively. But, I noticed... You and my friend were not close anymore. You two weren't talking that much anymore.. weren't together in every moment you can. I want to talk to you about it but I didn't. Days continued. The day when you were with me to go to the mall. How kind was it of you to pick me up first before going to the mall. You didn't leave.. you stayed till dark. When I was scared to walking pass a cemetery, you had your hand on my shoulder.. comforting me. I was basically curled up on your side.. You were so.. safe. I felt safe with you. You were such a gentleman. I was falling for you. Two days after that, in school, we were talking more than usual. Being goofy, laughing and stuff. I was really happy. But after school, I saw the two of you talking. I didn't want to intervene so I ignore it. We went to the mall.. with her. I got Deja vu and my heart started aching. But I can't bring myself to hate her.. She was my friend. She was one of the people I care and treasure... I can't hate you either. Every interaction you give, every attention you give me... I loved it. That was my big mistake. She confessed to you on that day. You told me that.. you didn't have the chance to tell her that... You liked her too. ... I was a fool. A joke. How could I be so stupid? It was never me. The way you look at her, like she was the only one there. How you talked to her.. so sweet and caring. It was like I wasn't there. You had your eyes on her. You make me feel like a fool.. It hurts. You made me hope for something that was never possible. Why? Why were you like that with me? Why were you so sweet? Why were you so..... Did you only act like that because... She wasn't there? Because she was avoiding you? Because I was the one available? Were you just waiting for her all this time?... Was it all just.. love bombs? I don't want to believe that you are like that.... Now that you two are back together. You are now.. discarding me. Our chats were now hours apart. But.. I expected that. I'm happy for the two of you. But I'm not happy at the fact that I looked like a fool. A stupid girl who fell for you. I was just love deprived.. I wished I never.. opened my heart again. It always ends up with me hurting and suffering. Because, I can never tell how I felt. How much pain I felt that day. I'm going to carry all this pain without you knowing. It's better that way.
Signing out, Aria. ♡ Oct 03 2023 Tuesday, ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵
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izgangi · 1 month
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It should be illegal to give someone romantic attention and then not get with them
(why am I the practice girl)
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nashahuwa · 9 months
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I feel like I strive off of approval/praise.
Idk what it means.. but to describe it
Like whenever I say something, do something, or suggest something. I always worry that I'll be mocked or rejected or I said something wrong or something. And when someone approves of me or appreciates me. (IE: tell me that they're proud of me, or complimenting me etc.) I get really happy for a bit. Hard to explain.
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hoefortoes1 · 11 days
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I wish there was a way to know why they left you? what was their last straw? because I am losing my mind over here!!
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ivynotpoisonous · 11 months
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I just wanna go on long walks with my lover
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Physical contact, i can feel the difference between family and friends so I wonder if i can feel the difference between family, friends and lover?? I like to think so, but what do i know, I haven't had the touch of a lover, will I ever know??
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thewordsillneverspeak · 3 months
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Some nights
When I feel I can’t anymore
I hug my pillow
Wishing it was you there to comfort me
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manincaffeine · 10 months
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I’m so tired of loving harder than I’m loved.
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obscurestrauma · 1 year
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I definitely need it
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vizthedatum · 1 year
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I am susceptible
I am so love-deprived within myself that I seek - I demand - "love" from others
And I get so disappointed
When people give their love willingly, freely, and without any expectation... I just don't believe it
"But don't you want something from me?"
And when someone love-bombs me in a systematic, calculated way hitting all the areas that are hollow within myself, I can't help myself
I want it so much, and I'd do anything for it - I would pay the price
But love is not supposed to be pled for
And love certainly does not come with a price
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I dedicate this to Kristina, but this time, not out of obligation. Not that my offers of service were out of obligation - I just... you did so much for me (you pulled me out when I was drowning trying to escape) and it was so loving, and I wasn't used to it at all. I love you, and I'm sorry. I understand more now. (I still want to hang though)
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maiawrites · 2 years
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Extreme hunger
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realhjp · 9 months
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At this point, I’ve reached such a state of yearning and deprived of physical touch that I wouldn’t deny a stranger if they had decided to kiss my lips
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