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#words ill never say
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i just wish i wasnt so easy to leave
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abreathlessword · 1 year
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I’ll never stop feeling like there are more words left in my heart, and that some of them are bound to make you stay. I will pray like never before, I will wait, I will hope.
That one day you will look at me and see me again, not the image in your mind we both wish we could forget. Our love is frozen in this spot of time, tainted and cracking like ice. Don’t stay stuck in the past, keep building towards a future with me. I will fall through the ice and forever be cold and unrevivable if you don’t grab my hand.
- A. F. J.
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alittolatte · 9 months
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i wonder if happiness is ever meant for someone like me. i feel more at home in my heart when it’s swollen from the agony of longing and despair.
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penguinsandlions · 2 years
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One day, in another universe, it'll be me and you. It'll be us and we'll be happy. And nothing will stop us from being together
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praggya1993 · 1 year
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Ecstasy remains fleeting
Teasing every corner of my skin
Leaving itchiness that takes
Days to wane fully,
As every day is a practice in disguise
To carry on shouldering shadows
That show nothing in sight
Wonder leaks away
One drop at a time,
What earlier was an amusing ride
Has slowed and it barely feels
I'm moving anywhere.
Time mocks and passes by
All that remains
Is something unfathomable
Widening day and night.
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nowtheyknowilied · 9 months
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You came and you left
In between coming and leaving there was something quite magical about us, wasn’t there?
Or am I absurd for thinking such nonsense? I will always wonder
At least for me, we were something great. Kind of like a breath of fresh air. Or the warmth of an open fire on a winters night.
The feeling of utter wholeness, nothing less.
The ‘ so this is what I’ve been waiting for all my life’ feeling.
Our love was like a puzzle, two pieces that fit just perfectly.
But once broken can’t be fixed, things never quite fit as beautifully as the first time.
We tried though,
Didn’t we.
So as I say; our love was like a puzzle once completed but then broken.
You came. You left.
P.s, I wish you would’ve stayed a little while longer.
E.M
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poeticxdrunkard · 1 year
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If my knees could talk they would scream "you make me weak", if my lips could respond they would utter "we miss you", if my body had a voice it would yell "i ache for the bond we used to have" and if every fiber that made me could communicate, it would state that "im sorry for pushing you away; i miss you so much and i think im going to die”. But because bodies couldnt speak and anatomy wasnt that complex, we remained silent, staring at each other as if it were the last time we'd ever see each other.
- E
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Please, I beg of you release me from your love.
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harshikasays · 1 year
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I’ll always be the first person to look, and I’ll never look away. I’ll hold on to a single shred of what was till it turns to dust in my hand and then I’ll put the remains into the soil just to see if I can somehow grow a flower out of it. I’ll see you in everything, everyday. I’ll make excuses to bring you up in my own head, because remembering hurts better than the hollow feeling of having forgotten. And I’ll wait till you’ve bled me dry, till you’ve got nothing left to take, till you get bored, till you finally leave. I’ll wait till you pack up your things while still looking me in the eye and I’ll wonder if you can see me scream for you to stay on the inside. But you’ll zip up your bag, walk out that door, you won’t ever look back and I’ll just never know.
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jayyne · 1 year
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just stop talking. be quiet. shut up. no one even cares…
it seems like silence has become my only choice for language. forced upon me. against my will. yet, still here i am with my mouth stitched shut, threaded by the echoes of their commands. my hands tied behind my back, twisting to try to reach freedom, just so i can desperately attempt to rip the stitches away from my already bloody mouth,  mutilated from their fists re-enforcing my silence.
- the truth i haven’t found the strength to speak
s.x.j.
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conceptually-ace · 2 years
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I like you a lot.
Much more than I thought I would,
But don’t worry, I don’t love you.
For the better part of a month,
I’ve spoken to you every day.
I’ve wondered about your hopes and dreams, but never mustered up the courage to ask about them.
You’ve asked about my past in ways no one ever has,
and I’ve answered, with no hesitation.
But don’t worry, I don’t expect the same honesty from you.
I’ve felt myself begin to come alive again,
To wait patiently for the “good morning” and “goodnight”
As if the goodness of my entire day hinges upon whether or not you say them to me.
But I swear, I don’t love you.
I thought, after all this time, you liked me for who I was.
And you made it clear that the one rule was “no emotional manipulation”
But it seems to me that you only entertain my silly little feelings at times that are convenient for you.
Do you like me, or not?
I like you very, very much.
More than I thought before I wrote this,
But don’t worry, I’ll never bother you with it.
-A
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yesterday i made it most of the day without crying. but then i broke down cause you were still gone.
how did you talk so much about our forever and not mention that you didn’t want it?
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abreathlessword · 2 years
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My girl—it will happen when you least expect it. Not because you’ve stopped looking, or even if you have. You’ll meet him and you’ll know. You will hang on his every word, but still keep that fire of your own that makes him just as intrigued as you are. That silly spark they talk about in books and movies, you’ll feel it in the pit of your stomach, or when your hands first touch, or maybe even when your eyes first meet, but you’ll feel it, girl. And you’ll know. Because it won’t be forced, it’ll come out of the blue and it will make everything leading up to that moment worth it. Stop waiting, my girl, and start living.
-a.f.j.
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alittolatte · 1 year
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i feel like i’m addicted to an inaccessible drug, you.
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mors-aisa · 1 year
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The looming feeling of disaster  —   as if today is merely the calm of the storm  — is truly devastating. It's as if I am choking on air, and there is a monster trying to claw itself out of my body, through my mouth. The sound of the world is magnified. Even my own heartbeat sounds louder than it actually is, and each beat I feel is synchronized to the thudding sound I hear in my head.
I wonder, sometimes, what it feels like to not have a day when I feel like a complete and utter wreck, barely held together at the seams, by paper thin threads that threaten to snap over and leave me suffocating upon the massive avalanche of feelings, thoughts, and darkness that refuses to separate from my being. More often than not, I find myself lying on my bed — or on anything, actually — and I am dragged down by phantoms and ghosts into a quagmire of rotting dreams and hopes. 
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