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fudgybrowny · 1 year

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my eyes, they tear up every time I think about you

is it because I never even blinked so I could look at you longer ?

My throat, it feels dry and empty

maybe because no words could describe what you make me feel.

My lips, they quiver everytime I call out your name

is it because your name was too fragile and precious for me to utter ?

My heart, it feels constricted

maybe because you held onto it a little too tight.

but my legs, oh my legs

They run to you everytime and I see you

And my betraying arms

They want nothing but to hold you tight.

So tell me - if this isn't love, what is ?

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easybreezyscatterbrain · 8 months

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#sa vent #sa survivor #sa victim #trauma #trauma recovery #diary #an excerpt from my diary #writers on tumblr #poetry

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early20sfailingplenty · 1 year

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Five and a half weeks of uni work squeezed into seven days... I don't see me making this happen but I want to try and maybe that's the point. Let's see if I can surprise myself...

#an excerpt from my diary #gonna go down like bo did #kicking and screaming and covered in blood #objectively thats hilarious because he was born like that too lmaooo 😂

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addisonclarke · 2 years

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I never imagined that missing you would feel like my chest cracked open. I knew I thought about you every time I saw an ice cream sandwich or thought about the woods. I knew the photos I had saved on my phone made my lungs constrict and that every night before I went to bed I wondered what I did to make you go away

But you didn’t see it, you said.

You didn't know, you said.

Was it just that easy for you to pretend that you wanted me? Was I just a distraction to your miserable life because you were lonely and alone and drinking too much and you wanted someone to tell you that you were still worth but I don't think that’s true anymore

I had a whole speech prepared in my head about how you were going to come back like you always do and I was going to make you grovel because you deserve to you deserve to fight for me back you deserve to put in the work but I folded and I told you I missed you because it was bleeding out of all of my orfices and I had to say it I had to say it to you and you told me ‘okay’ you told me ‘miss me. I dont care’

How can you not care

I have loved you since I was sixteen years old I have waited for you every since since I have known what love was so how can you say you don’t care

I sat in your waiting room, hoping that you would come and find me and tell me you were wrong. We belong together. Please come back. I pictured too many late nights and early mornings and kisses and I love yous and I was always the one you came back to you said am I always the one you leave too?

It’s been a long time since the idea of someone didn’t exhaust me but you come easy to me, like a light drizzle that I don’t even have to use my wipers to make go away. You were always the one for me. Why wasn;t I the one for you?

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notaveryimportantperson · 2 years

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I'm not the beautiful girl boys would be drooling over, nor the funny friend that people want to hang out with, neither the interesting person who's good at telling stories, I'm just an ugly boring person with distorted teeth and social awkwardness. I'm not smart and I have nothing to bring to the table I might as well just die, what's the point in using the earth's oxygen when I have nothing of value to give in return?

#depressing thoughts #depressing quotes #depressive #depression #depressing #depressed #an excerpt from my life #excerpts from my writing #excerpts from my mind #an excerpt from my diary #mental ill health #mental illness #mental health #mental disorder #ocd #self loathing #self esteem #rejection

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oscarwildesbitchboy · 1 year

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“ Sometimes you find poetry around. It’s in the way the rain falls on pavement and leaves that peculiar smell. Sometimes it’s those glow-in-the-dark stars on a ceiling. Or maybe that conversation with the girl in my art class about light in people’s eyes. I suppose every now and then it’s even in the way city lights reflect in water. Actually, i think there might be poetry right here, in this very instant. I like that, i think. “

— myself

#dark acamedia #poetry #an excerpt from my diary #my poems #writing

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steadydelusionrunaway · 1 year

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one night I asked him what were the 4 things he could see,in my attempt to ground his anxiety. He replied " curtains,bedsheet,my pillowcase and if I close my eyes,you"

if only we weren't so shortlived my gorgeous gorgeous boy. I wish.

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serafskid · 2 years

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grief

grief is laughing hard with friends and stopping yourself suddenly how could you be happy in a world that doesn’t contain them? a world where they don’t exist?

grief is waking up early in the morning with a wet pillow, tired you saw them in your dream or a nightmare what do you call it?

grief is taping a broken object they used to own relentlessly holding on to trash.

grief is opening the cupboard and have tears fall after seeing a brown coffee cup.

grief is travelling to school alone in the wee hours of the morning and having to steady your breath so you won’t bawl your eyes out.

grief is writing down memories you refused to write about you thought you wouldn’t want to remember being so miserable.

but most of all, grief is love, a love with nowhere to go.

(inspired by jamie anderson)

#poems #poem #poetry #poets on tumbr #tumblr poems #poems on tumblr #poets community #spilled ink #free verse #short poem #musings #an excerpt from my diary #an excerpt from a book i'll never write #writing #thoughts #should have been a tweet

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wh0rywebber · 1 year

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The public treats teenage girls like we are these objects of terrifying mysticism. Ever the subjects of either scrutiny or worship but never obsolete.

The teenage girl will always be thought of, remembered, desired, despised. Whether she be a Madonna, a Lolita, or a Magdalene.

#mine #an excerpt from my diary

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sosoullight · 1 year

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We are humans.

We are a burden sometimes or most of the times but you knowww i m willing to take this burden for the very same reason i m with you.

It's a choice.

Not an imposition.

And I may get frustrated and angry but I'd still choose you.

Humans are strong.

And they get extra strong for the loml

#an excerpt from my diary #excerpt from a conversation i had #burden

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goodbyecarnival · 2 years

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i am quite infatuated with those religious sculptures of women, some divine femininity i interpret them as, unknowing of real meaning. i admire how admired they are, how ethereal and desired their love is. perhaps i am looking for a god to follow in my own way.

in an effort to mold myself in their image, i drape my humanity over myself like a sheet of marble, encasing my soft, sorry bits in a tense, cold exterior.

a paradox i’ve made of myself, you cannot be a human statue. you cannot be divine, ethereal, and human. so i’m just a human that’s a failure to be something greater.

yet still when people touch me they feel that tense, cold exterior, something that is so inhuman, so impossible to love. a paradox i’ve made of myself.

#an excerpt from my diary

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fudgybrowny · 1 year

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oh darling, you never know. maybe we'll end up together in a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. Our kitchen fairly big, we dance around as we bake. a quaint dingy bathroom with a broken pipeline that both of us despise. A comfy old bed that creaks everytime we make love on it. An ancient couch where we find new food stains each time we cuddle together. The weather the perfect mix of rain and sunshine, a boring old job for the rest of my life. But this would all be heaven on earth if you were the one sharing it with me.

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easybreezyscatterbrain · 1 year

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an excerpt from my diary pt. 2

#an excerpt from my diary #self destructive #toxic relationship #situationships #writers on tumblr

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ivynightshade · 1 year

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fatima aamer bilal, from all hunger is, is love.

[text id: oh, how i would pray to get sick so my mother would take care of me.]

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fatimaamerbilal · 1 year

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fatima aamer bilal, from if only love could save us.

[text id: december cold, so lovingly, froze my blood and burned my skin shut. / (every wound can rest til the arrival of summer)]

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lua-pele · 1 month

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The rain just stopped and it's quarter to three in the morning. I couldn't sleep because my head kept playing with the memories we had together.. it hurts so bad. I looked at the pictures of you i kept in my google drive..

"I want to forget you"

I'm pleading.. hardly pleading my heart to forget you..

#spilled thoughts #one sided love #relationship #thoughts #spilled ink #words #poem #literature #spilled poetry #prose #heartbreak #nostalgia #2am thoughts #it’s 2am #excerpt from a book i'll never finish #excerpt from a story i'll never write #excerpt from a book i'll never write #excerpt from my diary

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