#except from a book i'll never write

[leavemeslowly]

I dreamt about him again. After a very long time.

It wasn’t even during the night. My alarm rung and I fell into a slumber. It was 15, maybe 20 minutes long.

Then, he appeared. He saw me in the corridor and seemed surprised, as he always used to be. Never had any idea that I always anticipated those meetings. You know, sometimes dreams get blurry, but his smile, it was as sharp as in reality. He asked what I am doing here. Honestly, I had no idea. Wanted to tell him that but I also remembered how it was, that I really couldn’t tell him the truth. I miss him but what good would it make to say it to a ghost of a person who most probably has already forgotten me. He is gone and so am I.

I wanted to hear that I will be alright. He told me that once and I clung to it even through my worst times. I miss him terribly even if it is only a projection of him, a fantasy that I miss.

Those dreams appear when it gets tough. They feel like a betrayal but they also remind me that I am still myself. That I haven’t change that much and there is still hope for me. I am not a stranger to myself. I know who I am. More or less.

I miss him. I never told my mum but she sometimes mentions him knowing that he is always on the tip of my tongue. I can’t ask about him, of course.

I couldn’t love him. I did anyway. Hoped that I could be at least dear to him. That he would remember me in ten, maybe fifteen years. God, he was a good person. Good to me.

Maybe I will meet him again. Maybe I will not. Doesn’t matter. I still miss him after all this time. I miss the version of me that I was next to him.

But he is gone and so am I.

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[ninasdrafts]

I couldn’t fool you if I tried, not by a long shot. You spot my lies from miles away, hidden in the lilt of my voice and the set of my mouth. I don’t have to say a word. It’s the little things. You know what to say to get me out of bed in the morning, curtains half-closed, sunlight peeking into the room. Your hand reaches for mine when we enter a room full of people because you know I tend to get overwhelmed. You are quiet at night, in the space between trying to stay awake and falling asleep, and when my eyelids grow heavy your fingers trace mine to let me know I’m not alone. You ask me what’s wrong only once, and when I tell you I’m fine, you don’t dig deeper, even though you know I’m not. You know I’ll cave in and tell you when I’m ready. You eye my ink-stained fingers, but don’t comment on them, a secret smile ghosting over your lips. You leave the lights on for me, turn the music up for me, lower your voice for me. We speak in code, using made up words, paint each other’s worlds in colours others are blind to.   You don’t have to tell me you love me. It’s visible in everything you do or don’t do. I hear it in everything you say or don’t say. It’s in the spaces between. Concealed beneath fits of laughter, lines of our favourite songs, hidden in words I wrote. You see me. You know me, better than anyone ever has. To be known like this... I don’t know how it could get any better.

to be loved is to be known / n.j.

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[21silverlinings]

Avoidantly, I refrain From opening my mouth Fearing that you will hear My mother's heartache Etched into my words.

Anxiously, I hold my tongue Repressing my father's anger That of which poisons my blood.

Disorderly, My silence grows A bed of unspoken thoughts, Rooted in past sorrows, Watered by the tears of every generation before me.

Yet, in time, I learn to whisper To find my voice And declare that I am more Than the fears I have inherited. I abandon the screams Of my ancestors' pain, To break the cycle So that one day, My words will flow Not with heartache or anger, But with love and peace, instead.

nb | 1902

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[kaizenologys-blog]

Emotional Manipulation starters

"if you care about me , you'd do what I'm asking"

"Don't you trust me?"

"do you like them more than me?"

"who have you been talking to?"

"i would do anything to make you happy , i just want you to do the same for me"

"you have to tell me , not telling me is just as bad as lying"

"it would be so easy for me to find someone else

"i wish i never met you , honestly"

"You're such a disappointment"

"So it's my fault now?"

"I guess you don't love me enough"

"you have to. You owe me"

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[itsbluetoulouse]

i hope you fall in love with being alive

i hope you fall in love with being alive they said, but everyday my footsteps get a little bit harder to drag just for a walk

i hope you fall in love with being alive they said, but most night i feel like it's getting darker and darker and my eyes are wide open but it's unclear

i hope you fall in love with being alive they said, but my heart hurts every time i think about tomorrow, the possibilities, the what ifs, the uncertainty

i hope you fall in love with being alive they said, but people around me don't know how to say i love you and that's a pity i will always have

i hope you fall in love with being alive they said, but i think it will happen someday, eventually, when the skies are no longer dark, and the rain doesn't make my heart ache anymore or when the sleep getting more hours and hours and my heart beats steadily. i really hope you fall in love with being alive.

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[shroom-vroom]

Absent”, first spit itself out of my kindergarten mouth after the name of a missing friend during classroom attendance. Absence is a measurement. It's the empty humans measure with all things important to them. Absence spells like a brutal telegram bearing bad news, the possibility of absence is a rat trap I'm terrified of walking into. I believed what Darwin said about the survival of the fittest and of every species that lives only a human once watched her children laugh by the fire- then grazed her fingers in soot after they slept and drew them on the rock where the moonlight fell. I know what is today probably won’t be tomorrow so I take my campfire moments and put them in a poem. Life doesn't break its rules even if I do so I become a caveman painting the feeling when you grab my hand to bite it but give a soft kiss instead.   every time life and I play cards she gets all the aces while I, in my trembling heart hold a card  called 'hope' and before my turn, I scribble in brackets, your name.

~ anatomy 

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[missred18]

"You're a very quiet woman," he stated. Leaning forward with interest, "From what I've been told, you have an iron grip on your life." A quick laugh escaped her, "Would you believe me if I confessed I've never," her head shook as she stressed, "Not even once, felt that way?" Withholding a frown, she clarified, "My whole life I've felt adrift and without a semblance of control." "Really?" His shock was comically apparent. Her head tilted down and she surveyed him through her lashes, "Makes my decisions seem less paramount," A slight head tilt to level her gaze, "Doesn't it? He offered a bitter grin. She replied with a feral smile.

Excerpt from a story I'll never write.

emma rae hover

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[jenwritespoems]

A quote from my WIP

“It was feelings that got them killed in the first place!” 

- Libby Cotton 

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[poevez]

You loved those knowing they placed you nowhere regardless of what happen they knew you’d be the one to return . Everything came to an end due to the true feelings of what’s hidden . Don’t make yourself believe something might change when the true version of the person always seemed to be close in range .

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[binibiningpogi]

Him.

I knew it was Him when I woke up to the sound of his laugh from across the room and I told god, “Thank you. Thank you for the hundred times I had my heart broken that brought me to Him.”

Him who has never stopped giving me butterflies in my stomach and Him who also annoys the hell out of me as he scratches the fork on his plate during dinner. That sound I tell you, it brings out my inner rage.

But then Him takes a bite of his favourite food, looks at me and says, “Do you want some?” and suddenly the skies are blue again.

Him never forgets to kiss me goodnight.

Him never gets jealous when I fall in love with every male character in the book I just read.

Him once told me I was his most precious gem. I giggled and without a doubt said, “One day I’ll believe that”. 

From that day on, Him never stopped trying. 

Him brings me water in bed because he wanted me to live forever. 

Him respects my alone time when I’m overwhelmed. Instead, he holds me and says “I’ll listen when you’re ready”.

One day him noticed his clock broke. Instead of looking at his phone, Him said, “Good. Now I can be here with you forever.”.

Him cares about me. Him sees me when I’m present. 

Him accepts me even when I’m not myself. 

Him made me realise that dark clouds don’t always mean a storm is coming, sometimes it could mean that the sun will shine again and we can watch the rainbow together. 

Him also says I’m like a lion when I’m angry. That sometimes I growl and hurt people with my words. But Him learned to somehow tame me. 

Him is patient

Him is kind

Him is generous and never angry. 

Him holds me and I feel held. 

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[leavemeslowly]

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[ninasdrafts]

This is what I remember: losing myself. You have to know one thing about me: I'm an observer. I notice things. So it didn't take me long to notice what you liked about me. Not long to understand that the traits and the things and the tidbits that made your heart beat faster had little to do with me and a lot with the idea you had of me in your head. The blond girl, the throws back her head shaking with laughter kind of girl, the girl who sits at home and waits for you to come back late at night, the girl who unlearns to enjoy herself when you're not around. I became her. I was her, for you, for as long I could. This is how it started: I donned a mask every time you came over. My features never slipped, a sweet smile permanently glued to my face, every line filled to the brim with adoration. You looked at me and I saw bright lights and I thought it was how it had to be. I thought this was how it was supposed to feel. A tightness in my chest, in my lungs. Feeling too small for my body, for you, for this world. It didn't matter that I tried to decode entire conversations when you left. That I thought everything I said and did was wrong, that I blamed me for your outbursts, for your deciding to drive home in the middle of the night, for your pretending I did not exist for weeks on end. And I felt like it. I felt like I did not exist. This is what I have to remind myself of: I rediscovered myself. I stuck my hands into piles of ash, debris and broken bone, and I dug so deep, I nearly got stuck on the way back up. I found her, I think. I found who she was before you, buried who she was with you, and treasure who she will become after you. Because there will be an after you, and it will be glorious. And you know me: I'm an observer. I notice things. And I remember them. And no matter how many times I encounter a part of me that misses you, the memory of losing myself will always be clearer, more fleshed out than the muscle memory of my fingers tracing the palm of your hand.

- this is what I remember: losing myself / n.j.

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[21silverlinings]

I think I'm good enough after 27 years of belittling. I think I'm finally worthy to rid myself of all the conditioning. Somewhere inside me was a voice so belligerent it mimicked the tone of those who I deem inconsiderate. There used to be a void, a quietness that was incessant that has now been replaced by the sweet sound of my own effervescence.

acceptance / nb

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[kaizenologys-blog]

SOME TIPS FOR WRITING ROMANCE

Consider what your character like about each other

Compliment their personalities how can character A help with character B's weakness

Create boundaries

Make the characters notice each other quirks

Have your characters get annoyed by some of their quirks

Go slow on getting them together

Give them life outside their relationship

Let your character be vulnerable in front of each other

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[esperanza212]

Two people who care about each other, deciding if

Two people who care about each other, deciding if they want to continue caring about each other in the foreseeable future. Such a weird concept. It would seem if two people cared about each other, no matter what, they could figure it out. The fact is, everything is more complex than that, except when you are the one who cares more. 

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[shroom-vroom]

on occasions i would see a girl on the metro with a guy  whom she would walk in with holding hands  and stand a little closer to than needed. i would know in one glance of her laugh that whatever is funny, is only funny for them. i would roll my eyes past because its rude to stare and know the crowd is making her hold her kisses.  i would pretend to read my book as i noticed her  mumble "bye" with a smile as he left, as the train left the platform with him  watching her through the glass of the door moving away. i would steal a look as her phone would flash and  she would smile over a text from him. i would wonder if she's scared about him, about  all this being the beautiful that every passenger watched without watching.   i would wonder what she thinks when life old wisdom of youthful longing never lasting interrupted her reckless passion.  i would,  as i do now because  you  have made me  that girl.

~  Blue Line Yellow Line 

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