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soulfulreverie · 8 months
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bittersweet is the place where we rest our sore feet after dancing all night with a bottle of serotonin, oxytocin, endorphins, dopamine risky and raw on your cousin’s kitchen floor, a place where your hands find its way to the arch of my back,  with you whispering, “I can’t breathe”, only for me to catch you smiling. bittersweet is how  you tell me you admire everything about me in between inhales and exhales, sounding like a drunk person eager to have the next sip. bittersweet is when that bottle is empty and all that’s left of the bottles are wines and whiskeys and more nightcaps to sip out, what we both do not want to take away– like the night and the memories combined and the love that grew bitter and sour like the colors of wine. bittersweet is when you love me and i love you and we still couldn’t be together.
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heartweary-writing · 8 months
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Maybe I should have gone to you
In January, when the cold
Rang in the earth’s bones-
Shaking,
Shaking
Shaking you unsteady
Your heart heavy
Your mind ready
To unravel.
Yes, maybe I should have gone to you-
Even if you would have gone away,
Anyway.
J. K. L
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4sss · 7 months
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I can hear your voice in the silence. Softly your words come through. My soul's radio wave carries your whisper as I make my way to you.
J.c.A
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the-everlonely-poet · 6 months
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Fogged windows
tinted with my breath,
words carefully written
and smeared with the swipe of a hand.
“I love you”
simply is not enough.
It goes so much deeper than that
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learningto-write · 10 months
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it can't quite explain this feeling
I've heard so much about mending broken hearts, with time, with love, with the right person
but I never hear about the hearts that are so shattered they can never fit back together
I never hear about the hearts that have been betrayed and tormented countless times
I never hear about how guarded and closed off our hearts become, and how truly nothing feels as though it can break through
I never hear about how deep, whirl wind, soul tied love feels impossible - is my heart even capable anymore ?
I never hear, about hearts like mine
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theprocast · 10 months
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Time danced in relentless motion,
and I watched as chance after chance after chance
slipped through my fingers.
Moments that could have been etched
In our shared history
were instead lost in the abyss of silence.
The words I have been wanting to say
but never have to courage to
remained locked within my soul,
stifling under the weight
of my own indecision and lack of faith.
Faith for what we could have been,
where our love could have gotten us,
and why we always find out our way
to each other's doorstep.
The unspoken truths echoed
in the depths of my being,
a constant reminder of the opportunities—
of you, of us that slipped away.
Regret paints its melancholic strokes
on the canvas of my heart,
for the road not taken will forever haunt me.
Yet, amidst the sorrow,
a flicker of hope remains,
whispering that perhaps, one day,
the universe will conspire
to reunite our paths and grant us
a second chance at the love we left behind.
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cozycoffinzzz · 7 months
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The Life I Want
A house burns, and in its 
place nestles a pond and fowl. 
The pond is drained, and 
surrenders to an orphanage. 
Does tilling and sowing 
not yield a harvest?
And if not the crops, 
does it not build a stronger back, 
and hardy hands?
No, no work is without 
purpose, or result. 
There's time, 
I'll be fine. 
The life I want
will be mine.
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I’m lost in the forest of your mind
The footprints here don’t look like mine
Are we alone?
Are we alone?
I fall to my knees
In the snow and tall trees
I thought I knew the way home
All the roads lead to Rome
But they don’t and I’m cold
Resting on the lies I was told
If we were meant to be
It wouldn’t seem, so lonely
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ashberryyyyy · 9 months
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its haunting you know
my face frozen in time
is this how I looked to you?
in the cold November nights
when we sat by the basketball ground
and you asked me
what do you think about Ash?
I couldn’t tell you
about the fleeting thoughts
of ephemeral grief and love
that were larger than my hands
larger than the love I had for you
what do you think about Ash?
my friend asks while she freezes me in time
my skin warms of the sun that faces us
my eyes wander to the air that’s charged with us
my thoughts run all over the words of the song that’s playing for us
its haunting, this love this temporary permanence of life and moments
the soft passing of time
the harshness of memories
its all caught up within me
and i’m frozen in time, all over again.
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commonalex · 11 months
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SWEET TYRANT IS ONLINE
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https://sweettyrant.online
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This is the greatest dance, the spectrum
of evening passion where the celebrity
of your cool smile is the jewellery of
the palace where night brings the
clarity of delight in desire
There are cards that illustrate the lights
that break the silence of the corridors
where letters compensate the poverty
in the guests whose lips remain reserved
whose hearts are suspicious of the
next morning
We exist in the space between heartbeats
where the strength of stamina meets
the tower of our ecstasy, our forest of song
the bridge between our sport and reward
paves the earth through patterns we
endure as we advance through triumphant
laughter like powerful athletes
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soulfulreverie · 7 months
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1. Have you looked at the back of the polaroid pictures they took of us? I scribbled some sweet remarks in there. I'm guessing you don't even check them anymore. What on earth was I thinking? [delete] 2. Look, I miss you. I hope it is as simple as that. [delete] 3. It hurts me that you passed up on the possibility of me having to come home to you after a terrible day at work, or the chance to have your arms around me and to wake up with you next to me. It's a shame you took that away from us. It's a shame you never even tried. [delete] 4. The books I read lately makes me feel like I should cut you off. We've only had this toxic, never ending cycle of you and me and our stupidity and having rebound relationships but we can't even talk about what we feel to each other. [delete] 5. Just...can you just let me know if you're at least happy? [delete] 6. Can I call you? I just wanted to hear your voice. [delete] 7. I never planned on loving you this much. [delete] 8. I'm not drunk. I only had a couple glasses of wine. No, scratch that. I had a whole bottle. Where are you? Call me. [delete] 9. Did her kisses felt divine like mine? [delete]
s.a., Texts I (almost) Sent You pt. 5
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heartweary-writing · 10 months
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Love, for me,
Has always ended
In shame.
Love, for me,
Has always blended
With pain.
J. K. L
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4sss · 2 years
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She taught me to love a little more, but carry a little less. Brought my heart a little peace. My soul a little rest.
J.c.A
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itsthinkagainstact · 1 year
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The softest weekend getaway, room with a view, you and the sound of waves in the background. A restaurant all to ourselves and commenting on the size of each house on the way back. The best sleep in a while, feet touching under the covers, your breathing as my lullaby. Rich people cars and cinema stars, a downpour on the far side of the pier and laughing when we walk in puddles. Naps and hidden peanuts and you helping me with my buttons. Delicate black lace, strawberry dessert, and your eyes and your hands and the way you look at me the same when I'm in my pajamas. A day spent in bed, the sea on the other side of the glass and Etta James singing about her Sunday kind of love. I wish I could have stayed forever in your arms, listening to your heartbeat, falling asleep on your shoulder. Here's to all our future days in the sun. I love you.
One year in -15.01
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learningto-write · 1 year
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Growing up is so incredibly strange
How can every thing change but really it all feels the same
I see other people changing - do they feel static inside like I do? do their same anxieties continue to swirl from what seems like decades ago? do they get told they've grown up only to see their inner child in the mirror
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