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her
her with the dark hair.
her with the hazel eyes.
her with the gummy smile.
her with the loud laugh.
her.
she's the one that
completely lights up
my day.
she's the one that
can change my mood
with a snap
of her fingers.
it's officiallll! soul; an archive of feeling, is being uploaded. one a day. and the second project is in motion. i had a great idea and i cant wait. it's going to have five entries. which is 6 less than soul.
date wrote: 4/7
sometimes i wake
from a fever-dream
spent with a mystery being –
evaporating too quickly
to savour
leftover feelings,
and hidden benefits
of a midnight affair
with someone
that doesn't exist.

when the day
is half gone,
i'm still lovesick,
incapable of
stopping my mind
from hoping
there’s a button somewhere
to hit re-wind.
this one is about the dreams that evoke feelings whilst asleep.
June 30, 2025
duck 4d
I crave for attention.
Specifically yours.
I'm in love with someone,
someone that I'm not supposed to love.
You.
You gave me a few minutes,
a few minutes of your life.
That's enough for me to fall in love.
With you.
I'm delusional, you see.
Delusional that someone wants me.
That you want me.
I'm trying.
Trying hard to move on.
To move on from this crush.
star May 27
every possibility 5.19.25 (7:55 pm)
if i told you i loved you
what would you do

would you scream at me
how could i ruin this
would you cry
because i’ve been trying to be someone else
would you just sit there
would you hold me
would you tell me bye

in every possibility i have in my head
you don’t love me back
so i know it can’t be possible
******* unrequited love
3 6d
been thinking of you lately,
every thought of you spoonfed to me on a hot summer breeze.
the kind that makes you exhale extra hard, racing for the next breath.

i crush the lavender sitting in my vase every evening
with my bare hand, just enough until it reaches my nose.
it doesn't make me think about a hand around your throat,
but it permeates the air just as sweet.

the fresh and rotten cherries knock on my window the next evening,
and i'm still looking for you between the mirage lines.

i open the window, and it's as sugary as a cherry pit.
no, not that one, the pit in my stomach.
the butterflies welcome the rotten core, a cannibal feast.

if you knocked on my door the next day i'd
imagine it as something like a little bit of both.
a pit in my stomach and a hand around your throat.

your hair smells like an unaired room from bygone summers.
the fan is turned on low speed, and my neck is stiff from the draft
and turning towards the window.
i'm looking for love on culinary blogs. the recipes involve all sorts of ways to de-pit a cherry.
i dreamt about us —
a forbidden touch,
where hands met,
souls intertwined,
shirts unbuttoned,
drunk on wine.

i dreamt of the slowest burn —
sparks from your lips
merging with fuel from mine
tilting my entire world
upside down.

‘did you sleep well?’ you ask,
stirring your morning coffee.
i smile, face flushed with heat.
‘i had such an angelic dream.’
this one is about a housemate. the dream spoke for me — in the morning, I almost let it.
June 26, 2025
Matt Jun 23
I find myself falling (Again, Again, Again)
I do not mean to fall—
(but the ground keeps tilting beneath me.)
I do not mean to want—
(but the air is thick with something sweet, intoxicating.)
I do not mean to hope—
(but their laughter sounds like a promise.)

I meet a stranger / and suddenly / my heart is writing love letters in invisible ink.
I hear a voice / and suddenly / my ribs tighten like a corset, squeezing out logic.
I brush fingertips / and suddenly / I am rewriting the stars for a future that does not exist.

It happens too fast—
(like a storm that appears from a clear sky, no warning, no mercy.)
It happens too often—
(like déjà vu, like a carousel that never stops spinning.)
It happens without permission—
(like waking up in a dream you did not ask for.)

I do not love them—
(not really, not fully, not yet.)
But my heart does not understand the difference between a spark and a wildfire.

And so I burn.
And burn.
And burn.

Only to find myself—
(again, again, again)
sifting through the ashes.
Emophilia is an addiction to love. For me, I spent most of high-school hopelessly falling for crushes and being physically incapable of doing anything to stop myself from falling.
eliana Jun 21
I wish he could know
What I'm too scared to show.
I wish he could see
Just how much he means to me.
I wish he could tell
That I know him so well.
I wish he could feel
My love that is real.
I wish he could hear
The things that I fear
About him never knowing
That my love for him is growing.
millions of girls all over the world wish their crush knew what they felt about them. im one of those million lol
polina Jun 17
Chasing shadows on sunny days, that’s me
Trying to ignore your feelings every time you
Count to three; every picture of me you take,
Makes my heart break with how much love it contains
I know he loves me, but I don't know how I feel
Mimi Jun 17
i learned phrase in Dutch for you
you were studying it so i learned
ik hou van jou
in other words I love you
i may not have any Dutch in me but it's such a pretty language it reminds me of you

We may only be friends but if i think of you more
then i'm the dumb one for thinking we could work
i never had a chance with anyone i've know but if i could get it with you i know i'd say something
in Dutch as pretty as you
Mooie bloem
i speak some half broken Dutch
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