From sunset to sunrise I snorted lines of ketamine through a £5 note that was falling apart, drifting in and out of a vast array of different realities. We played catch with a bruised moon, danced to Lana Del Ray, swiped the remaining powder off the kitchen counter and smeared it over our gums until the shards cut into flesh and drew blood. We didn't believe in religion but if there was a God in that moment, it was us. Every line, every bump, every bloody smile brought me closer to heaven - closer to him - until I could almost smell his skin and wrap my arms around his waist beneath his winter coat, just like I used to when it was cold. I sniffed another line and suddenly I was dancing in the hallway of his house instead of mine. I could feel the floorboards beneath my feet and the carpet between my toes and it dawned on me that I'd do anything to see him one last time, figment of my imagination or not.
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Layers
To sustain a long-term marriage, we must recognize its importance in our lives.
read slowly; new love matters, poetry..
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Feelings embrace
long before a
touch
visual sense
eyes meet
a smile
nudges
stirring
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Nearness
elevates
heart sound's
awareness of
heat as sun's
receding
intensifies
layers
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Emblazoned
horizon
at climax
drifting cloud
shadow
careens in
afterglow
craving
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Shallow flows
resistance
weakens
waves of
temptation
a…
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The hopeless romantic urge to look at the moon and stars, forever.
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I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan
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“december, close the chapters that don’t speak to my spirit and open up the pages that remind me of who i am. give me the courage to release myself from what i’ve outgrown so i can fit into shoes suited for where my journey is going. balm me in patience and soak my bones in love.”
— iambrillyant
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I wished you would've stayed in love with me
by laurenmaerie, love always leaves
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That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….
Yeah, okay , cool
But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?
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It's April 28th. It's your birthday. It's your birthday and my heart breaks a little more with each breath I take. I wonder what you would say if I called you up. Would you thank me? Or would you tell me never to call again? Hell, would you even pick up the phone? Would you ignore the intrusive ringing and clear it from your call log so your new girlfriend doesn't see it? I wonder what gifts you got, if the presents she bought you were as good as mine. I want to know if you're spending the night at your dad's house since it was your mum's turn last year. Does your new girl know that our birthdays are only four days apart? Does she know that your mum threw us a party? Did you tell her about all the balloons she blew up for us, all the gifts wrapped in silver paper and the flutes of champagne? I already know you're not going to call on my birthday, so I don't call you either. Instead, I miss you from miles away, wondering if she fits in as well as I did, wondering if all your birthday wishes came true while I wish for a call that I know will never come.
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In Essence, Wanting
Have you suffered the heartache of aloneness, without love, longing to find, to have and hold again...
There you were
portrayal of
desire
sculpted dynasty
in your midst
beauty beholden
eyes of awakened
curiosity, wanting
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I pause in
your presence
I smile
you hesitate
heart murmurs
in your eyes
on my face
you motion, I sit
disquieted, waiting
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Please, you
intoned
I feel your
presence, your
desire, I have
wanted so long
to have, to hold
her hand touching
mine, loving,…
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handwritten letters, old libraries, vintage aesthetic, neck kisses, coffee shops, rainy days, annotated books, unorganised bookshelf, fictional crushes, sleep deprived eyes, love poems for moon
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“april, magnify my awareness and shrink my fears, energize my purpose and starve any apprehensions. soften opinions i carry of myself so i’m not weighed down by perception, solidify my sense of self so it can’t be broken by anything that misunderstands me. lead me towards growth.”
— iambrillyant
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In English we call them Dark Circles but in urdu
Adhurey khwabo ka qabristan hai ye,
yahan qisse chhupe hai daur-e-hayat ke!
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