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metamorphesque · 2 days ago
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– aracelis girmay, i am not ready to die yet
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s0larize · a day ago
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glitteryteenpoems · 2 days ago
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endings
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when it ends you take your aching bones and clean them with the smell of lavender because even if you don’t have a home you can choose to block out the thunder
when it ends you remember how to exist deep in the garden of your own selfish mind because even if you haven’t had to feel this you cannot leave the thistles behind
when it ends you take one breath and then the next, the breeze filling your heart the way they used to. forget the could-have-beens, the night air is filled with stars helping you feel okay.
when it ends, when time freezes and your heart stops- it’s okay to stop with it.
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coffeedreamsandwords · a day ago
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I know I'm difficult to love. I'm stubborn, passionate, strong headed, depressive, not great in social situations, scared, traumatized, selfish, blunt, and a mess. I'm selfish, emotional, intense, intimidating, quiet, bad at putting things into words, and hard to deal with sometimes.
But when I love, I love in the smallest and biggest ways that make you question if you've ever actually known love. I'll wake up early to make you cinnamon rolls with burnt bottoms and give you the ones with the most frosting. I'll watch what you eat and cook you your favorite foods and make you believe that it was just a lucky guess. I'll listen to all the love songs you've never heard before in the car with you and sing along while holding your hand so softly. I'll clean your face and put on a face mask while you lay on the couch exhausted after a long day. I'll write your important dates in every calendar I own. I'll bring you to every museum I know and show you all the cool things. I'll buy you every book I see that reminds me of you. I'll randomly buy you flowers and watch all your favorite shows. I'll love your family and get your mom gifts on her birthday and mother's day. I'll go to the beach with you and buy you ice cream. I'll dance with you in the middle of restaurants and in lines. I'll discover constellations with you and write you the worst poetry you've read.
I may be difficult, but I'll also do everything I can to make your life beyond amazing. Because when I love, I give everything and I push you to be the best you ever could be.
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a-girl-with-thoughts · a day ago
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Right person, Wrong time
I wonder if you remember me the way I remember you,
If you think of me the way I think of you?
The days when you made me feel so special even by just simply smiling at me,
Or making me blush by just a simple touch or word.
We were young and couldn't do anything,
But oh I wish we get to meet again, and oh I hope I get to see you once again after all these years and talk to you about all that we could not talk about then.
I hope I could have stayed there a little longer and talked to you,
If so would things change?
Would we change?
I hope we do because even after all these years, I still feel the same fluttering of heart, I felt years ago just by a mere thought of you.
But is it all me? Even so I hope we meet again, I hope we do...
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awfwhatever · 3 months ago
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And when you told me what your favorite book was, I bought it and read it over and over trying to find pieces of you in it.
- unknown
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ftgloss · a year ago
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tullipsink · 3 months ago
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desperation sits heavy on my tongue
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llovelymoonn · 2 months ago
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on things we can’t get back
mary oliver flare \\ anne sextion a self-portrait in letters \\ joseph lorusso \\ leonard cohen lover lover lover \\ anne sexton a self-portrait in letters \\ barbara kroll \\ anne sexton eighteen days without you: love poems \\ celia paul
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a-moonlit-poet · 2 months ago
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People always tend to fall in love with those whom they are afraid to lose. And being with you what I have learned so far is that I am not afraid to lose you but it will be a bit difficult to live without you too. I may not be in love with you, but I am in love with what we have and I am afraid of losing that; more than I am afraid of losing you.
From, Me
-To, him
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shatteredjuveniledays · 6 months ago
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— Me (JNH) // and I would say never again but it wouldn’t be true.
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therapeuticss · 2 months ago
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“Somehow, my soul knew your soul before we ever had the chance to meet”
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glitteryteenpoems · 21 hours ago
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honey
i don’t think about the night in the middle of the day until the source of all my light starts to fade away
she’s a gift and she’s a friend she’s all i need to love so why does that have to end honey flies back like a dove
flowers bloom where she steps i swear her voice is liquid gold she’s dewdrops on a web her company never gets old
so stay and sing me a song in your kitchen, like we do you make me so strong what will i do without you?
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aisherk · 2 months ago
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your fingers will grip mine
to say things words can't describe
_rupi Kaur, fingers
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schuylerpeck · a month ago
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schuylerpeck / instagram: hiitssky
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thatbooknerdy · 2 months ago
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awfwhatever · 2 months ago
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If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.
Nikita Gill
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derangedrhythms · 3 months ago
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Anne Sexton, Love Poems; from 'The Touch'
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shadesofdarkacademia · 6 months ago
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Being asked “what do you want to be in the future” is peer pressure because I just want to sit in my home in front of the window while it’s raining, reading a book and listening to Hozier
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a-moonlit-poet · 3 months ago
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US.
I looked into the mirror
and
I didn't see myself.
I saw the person
who has seen a lot more
than I ever did.
I saw the scars;
which others found fake.
I saw all the pain
which others call mistakes.
I traced my fingers over the wounds
that no longer hurt.
The dried up blood
from the deep cuts of bloody words.
I devoured the eyes
which are tired yet beautiful.
I tasted the lips,
which are hiding some unspoken truth.
Yet;
I love her.
I love the person she has become.
I fell in love
With the flaws that make her.
All her imperfections
That slowly builds her up.
She is everything
I ever hoped to be.
And also someone
I could never ever be.
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