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#words i never said
xmiss-imperfect · 9 months
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"On my silent days I miss you a little louder"
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alittolatte · 1 year
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reblog this if your brain was too loud today.
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house-of-crows · 9 days
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So come and meet me again-
In a new light In a new guise In a new, and aching form
Stagnation is anathema, thus-
I have no heart to care, For the many tears you claim to weep Over an empty seat Filled to the edges with dust That was never shaped to fit what I became-
Show me a permanent state of self And I will show you what it is To die, alone, Caught between the cracks, upon the verge of Becoming
Tell me how you love me, Show me the works of your hands All that was done by name and word and deed-
And in return, thus,
"Truly I say to you, you never knew me."
-They called it love
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sagessge · 13 days
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Do you too feel someone choking you?
And you reach for it
Just to know the hand is your own?
I feel it everytime you talk to me,mom
'Cause I'm sorry
I couldn't be enough
I couldn't fulfill your desires
For I am water
And your desires are fire
I feel the anxiety surging through
One minute I'm fine
Other I'm ready to whine
But not to you
I keep my mouth shut
'Cause I don't want these hands to be yours
But these crippling thoughts
I feel them slaughtering my soul
And I ask the God
Why did he not made me your son instead?
'Cause I'm sure you're done fighting
And I'm done screaming in void
Where you can't hear me
'Cause when you do,It will be the end of me
I believe
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louudthoughts · 2 months
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it’s hardest to love the people close to you.
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anzanextdoor · 20 days
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i wish to take care of you as if it were the last thing i was going to do on this earth. because by default, for as long as i can remember, your name was written into my story like the bible scriptures you dedicate yourself to every sunday.
and while you and i struggle to decide if our personalities would wrap around each other if we had met now, the fact of the matter is that i watched your baby cheeks structure themselves & those doe eyes remain curious as the years went by.
everytime i look into your eyes i take a peak at our childhood. i look to you as a boy forward to you as a man.
& if never loving again, in every way shape & form, was an option just to protect myself, i can’t say i would take it if it meant i can’t love you as gently as possible anymore
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iikairos · 4 months
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The Moon
She stands there.
Bright, white, and reflecting nothing but my soul.
An empty space, yet filled with so much pressure.
Weighing down every decision I make, every move I take.
Her eyes peering into every detail of the world, watching and judging, silent but saying so much.
How could such an average aspect of life, hold so much weight as I stand here alone,
Nothing but the silence of the trees to comfort me.
Though I guess that's just it, isn’t it?
I’m not alone, not really.
She stands there, experiencing the very same moment.
Every small breeze that flows through the branches, every chirp from the world dwelling amongst the shadows, every thought that runs through my mind.
She sees it all, hears it all, feels it all.
Except she doesn’t, not at all, not even a little bit.
And yet, though she is nothing more than a rock millions of miles away..
She stands there.
Bright, white, and reflecting nothing but my soul.
As I do, hers.
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iceddcoffeee · 10 months
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in an ideal world im lying on my bed in my childhood home, watching my favourite show on netflix and you’re lying next to me and you ask me questions about it and i carelessly prop my head on your shoulder and it fits there perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. we’re not being practical about our careers and we’re not moving to big cities to prove to the world, nay, to ourselves, that we’re worth something. all our decisions are taken with love now. we let our pet bunny snuggle with us because that’s what love tells us to do. we make dinner at home instead of going to a fancy restaurant because we enjoy the mundanity of life. we don’t drink exotic coffee here, we only drink chai now, the low maintenance one, with ginger in it to make it taste a little lovelier than regular chai does. you wear grey sweatshirts a little more than you wear other colours because you know i love you in grey and i wear my hair in a messy bun instead of styling them to perfection because i know you admire a little messiness in me.
or
maybe we’re both working on the wall street, wearing our power suits and drinking coffee blacker than my perfectly finished black nail paint. and we’re hustling, grinding in two different skyscrapers, in our 40th floor corner offices and i get a facetime call from you because you had two minutes to spare between your meetings and i had my lunch break. i see your worn out yet lively face on the screen and i know it’s an ideal world too.
or
im struggling to climb uphill on a mountain and i can’t catch my breath and my hands and feet are red and swollen with the cold and im worried about my house rent which is due next week and you hold my hand to help me up and when your fingers tighten around mine i know i know i know its an ideal world.
or
im looking at the sky and im thinking about that time you drove me around our hometown and bought me my favourite flowers and i know we don’t talk anymore but then i see a picture of the sky on your instagram story and i know you’re watching the stars too and for that infinitely small moment, this is an ideal world too.
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jajegeejoju · 2 years
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random lines of a poem i wrote that i saw while cleaning my stuff earlier which made me realize how marupok of a writer i am haha LOL:
...iniwan mo akong nag-iisa,
iniwan mong hindi handa
ngayon ang puso'y sawing sawi
dahil ika'y wala na sa'king tabi't hindi na nanatili
araw gabi ikaw lang ang laman nitong aking isipan.
lumuluha't nasasaktan, ako ngayon ay duguan!
dinadalaw mo na lang ako sa'king isip at panaginip,
ni hindi man lang nakapagsabi sa'yo ng "hanggang sa muli."
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xmiss-imperfect · 2 months
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"𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒚, 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. "
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alittolatte · 1 year
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i have a kind of sadness
living in me that never fully goes away
i have a kind of sadness
living in me that never fully
let’s go and let’s me be
maybe it’s in the way I’ve been birthed into a line of women who have never been loved by men they could fully trust
maybe it’s in the way at age 2
I knew abandonment and disappointment better than my own name
maybe it’s in the way at age 6
it was a man who decided I would know the cold touch of lust before knowing what it’s truly like to be held by the warm hands of love
maybe it’s in the way at the ripe age of 24
i know abandonment and disappointment better than my own name still
i have a kind of sadness
living in me that never fully
let’s go and let’s me be
maybe I’m one of those
maybe that’s why I’m one of those
the Lauren Eden kind
who knows nothing about silver spoons
and everything about licking love off knives
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empty-meanings · 1 year
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you yelled at me for the first time in years. and i mean yelled— no screamed. put your face in mine, all red, veins bulging out of your forehead.
for the first time in my life. i wasn’t scared of someone screaming at me. i was angry. no fear, no sadness, no pain. just rage. other than that, i felt nothing.
— im done with this bullshit.
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christowitch · 2 years
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Oh my dear I’ve done it again
I’ve attached myself to another man
Who thinks the bare minimum should be enough
To satiate my desperate need to be loved
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cowardly-spaghetti · 2 years
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I have a love hate relationship with the rain. When it is loud and thunderous I drown it out with music, I don’t like to be reminded of my dads explosive anger and all the ways it was directed at me. I was just a kid who didn’t deserve to be a punching bag for a grown man.
But when the rain comes down softly making the grass greener, and it blankets the town in coldness I get stuck day dreaming. I’m trapped in my head, over you. All the ways you carefully put back together someone you didn’t know was broken. Soft touches and forehead kisses healed me more then you’ll ever know.
I have a love hate relationship with the rain. When it’s loud I’m reminded of the home I was born to and when it softly soaks the earth I’m reminded of the home I built in you.
Love forever and always, pumpkin. 🌞🌘💛🌻
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whileweryoung · 2 years
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Slowing but surely, I am getting over you. Thinking back, I don’t think I deserved you as much as you didn’t deserve me. Even if I badly wanted us to end up together. I can’t give you what I don’t have. Now, I think that was ok. You weren’t ready for me and deep inside I wasn’t for you either.
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anzanextdoor · 24 days
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as my final love letter to you,
remember that if it makes you feel any special, i hate you for everything you are
i hate you for your chipped front tooth & the burns on your knuckles. i hate the way your favorite sweater was so loved, covered in your cat’s scratches & consistently smelling clean and home like. i hate the way you would twirl your hair when you couldn’t fidget with your pencils or use your phone.
i hate that every beautiful thing i’ve ever written is about you. that my fingertips read your acne scars like they were braille & i connected your beauty marks like constellations.
‘siempre el pelo’, my hair was always in the way. i hate the way you would push it behind my ear to kiss me. i wish you had left that barrier between our lips so i didn’t have to connect my body to yours in any way.
i hate the way you kissed me so gently even during our moments of deep & sexual intimacy. i hate the way you treated my body like glass when you touched my bare body with your softly frigid hands. i hate that you looked into my eyes. i hate that you said i love you first.
i hate your perfect smile, i hate the soft lips that cushion it. i hate how you never let me walk on the outer side of the sidewalk, how you never split the pole because i mentioned it was bad luck once.
i hate that you were beautiful, that you told me you loved me with your eyes
i didn’t have to hear a word, i didn’t need to memorize or feel the sound waves of your voice. your look was deadly, i’ve kept it engraved into my vital self.
remember, if it makes you feel ANY better, that i loved you so deeply enough to hate you for every small detail that makes you what you are. in that regard, you’ve won.
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