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poemsbyssb · 3 years
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Realization - PoemsbySsb
And I felt a relief inside of me the day I realized that I love men as I love a movie but I love women as I love a poem.
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poemsbyssb · 3 years
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I’d do everything again (short version) - poemsbySsb
But it only took one look into your eyes
for falling desperately in love with you.
And I would do everything again.
I would take the pain,
I would take it all
for just seeing the love in your eyes again.
I have never loved someone like that anymore
and I thinkno one loved me as much as you.
No one looked at my eyes the way you did.
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poemsbyssb · 3 years
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I’d do everything again (long version) - poemsbySsb
And I was mad with myself
because I was the one that let you in.
I was the one who let you take my soul,
take my heart.
 And I deserved the pain because I knew it was coming.
I have always known you were going to leave.
 But it only took one look into your eyes
for falling desperately in love with you.
 And I loved you so much that I don't even know
if there is any love inside my heart anymore.
 And I would do everything again.
I would take the pain,
I would take it all
for just seeing the love in your eyes again.
 I have never loved someone like that anymore,
and I think no one loved me as much as you.
 No one looked at my eyes the way you did.
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poemsbyssb · 3 years
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25221 - poemsbySsb
Maybe I should have realized
That this was not worth fighting for
When I wrote about us
And I wrote ‘him’
Instead of ‘you’
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poemsbyssb · 3 years
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Last words - poemsbySsb
I was so ready to let you go.
I was prepared for saying our last goodbye
and I felt that you were too.
And I remember how my hands trembled,
how my heart sunk into my chest
as I saw you coming to me
ready for saying your last words.
And we knew.
our love was still there but not our courage.
we were never enough brave to lose ourselves in our desire,
but I knew it was there.
You knew that too.
And you came to me that day.
my hand ached your touch,
my lips missed your breath,
but I knew that I was only hearing your words.
And I was so ready to let you go.
I was prepared to say goodbye.
But that day, you decided that your last words would be
asking me about my dreams one last time.
and you knew them,
you always knew my dreams
but you asked me again
one last time.
And I told you all those dreams I pictured
and you were not in them,
but how much I wanted you in them.
And you looked me in the eyes one last time,
and you curved your lips one last time for me,
and you said your last words.
You hoped for my dreams to come true.
And at that moment I realized
that I was never ready to let you go.
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poemsbyssb · 3 years
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I have always been in love with art.
Since young, I was stunned by the brush strokes
that captivated such small things
as the brightness of the eyes,
as the fingertips of the hands,
as every stray hair.
I was captivated by words.
How could someone decipher the emotions I could never comprehend.
How could someone explain
Grief,
Sadness,
Loneliness,
Love.
I have always love art because it's something I can't make.
I love it as a viewer.
I love it as a witness.
And maybe because I love art so much
I couldn't love him as much as I should,
because he was not art to me.
He was not.
At least not as much as you.
Because to me,
You are art.
You are love.
And I love you as a witness too.
Art - PoemsbySsb
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