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the intimacy of sharing old memories with someone new. check out the places i visited before i met you. i wish you were with me. maybe we can visit them together and create new memories? look at the pictures of the sky i took before we met. now you share the same view with my past self. look at the photos of my childhood and let me look at yours. have your facial features changed? your smile stayed the same, and i love it. look at my right cheek, i have the same birthmark as my grandmother. this is the child in me that you are healing with your affection. i am glad we met. all these years i was without you but now you know about all those years and even help me to grow. your love took roots in my past pain, and reaches out to my future happiness. please don't stop smiling.

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Nothing feels heavier than unsaid words.

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imprisoned words locked within

it's not strange that i learned to exhale a blast of painful utterances as bitterness is the only taste i am devoured by and for i am being choked by the rage of whoever touches me.

it's not an unnatural concern that i am capable of shattering no matter whatever get my hands on for it has long been punctured by the venomous thorns of vexation in my flesh and blood.

it's not that i had committed a passive act of wickedness for me to plead, with crying desperation and needle-thin shriek of earsplitting agony, for freedom away from this cage of madness.

it's not through the layers of my rational absurdities that i demand commensurate sanity where in fact i am the one of harshest kind who sets up the roots of all my significant losses and endless suffering.

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My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.

People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.

Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.

It's all about connection, friends.

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my heart's full to the brim w the joy of loving btw. i'll die one day but also i won't. on account of the love.

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Flavoured Truths

we were 15 once and rageful

now we are 17 and fragile.

our tongues sour as we utter words, wishful.

yet ‘us’ a sweet tingle.

ambitions wither down to exist even in comfortable lies

so as long as we, in our lives, are an incessant linger.

<3

[wawawaaall]

how i write poems:

step one: stare at a wall for three hours.

step two: despair

step three: write literally anything.

step four: hate it.

step five: post my trauma on the internet for all to see.

step six: repeat!

[wawawaaall]

Eyes that touch gently

And hands that are bold

I like my seduction with

Just a hint of

Starry-eyed sweetness

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these moments of isolation, sit beneath the bones of my decay:

these words like scripture, sealed beneath the bile of my insides;

I find myself lost beneath the surface, I am an unreliable narrator.

[wawawaaall]

Flavoured Truths

we were 15 once and rageful

now we are 17 and fragile.

our tongues sour as we utter words, wishful.

yet ‘us’ a sweet tingle.

ambitions wither down to exist even in comfortable lies

so as long as we, in our lives, are an incessant linger.

<3

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Vivamus moriendum est

let us live, for we must die.

let illusions of childhood never cease

at the remembrance of its eventual end.

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A Continuum Of Inked Hearts <3

Time, devourer of all—

Let me realise you, O devourer, has come

Not before my heart reeks

Of ink from poems.

Let my cosmic soul

Carry them to every abode,

Her poems be a lingering scent

Marked by déjà vu

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[wawawaaall]

Refused Destiny

Glaring back is a fate

She’d sworn to flee.

A false promise

To a naive soul.

A treasured lie

To an unyielding heart.

A motherly lullaby

To a mind far too old.

Never once, were the eyes decieved

By its riddling tongue

Eye to eye, being to fate

And still—

Every fibre of her being

Greeds to lie six feet under

Than ever with him.

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