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anneli
anneli
F/Sweden Some people will never understand the beauty of those slow days when your fingers are trying to keep up with the river of words pouring out. / / - days of poetry
We both know this is it, even though we don't mention it. And I guess this silence is the last I'll never hear from you.
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Sep 22, 2022
Sep 22, 2022 at 5:46 PM UTC
- the rand
I've found my words in so many poems, lyrics and books before I've found them in my mind
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Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 12:12 PM UTC
- the blind
The worst part is that I actually never needed him - but what took so long was to realize I needed myself more than he needed me
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Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 6:37 PM UTC
- the kind-hearted
Now I can barely recall that which used to destroy me
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Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 1:58 PM UTC
- the years
I never felt alive with you.
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Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 2:08 AM UTC
- the words I refused to see
When the world is out of breath, I climb back into your arms, pretending it's where I belong.
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Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 1:59 AM UTC
- the fleeing
The sky is infinite and I will not be stuck here.
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Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 1:56 AM UTC
- the lies you tell yourself
I fell in love with a possibility, yet nothing was possible
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Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 7:14 AM UTC
- the gullible
I hate it every time the feelings find you before your words And then, after two years, one minute, five hours, or whenever they bother showing up, it's like your heart and your stomach just sits there saying "we told you so" and you hate them for speaking so clearly whilst you refused to
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Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 4:10 PM UTC
- the denial
It was Sunday and you asked me to stay but I never meant to linger here for so long, so I pulled back, retreating from my line you tried to cross Smiling, so you wouldn't taste the hesitation on my lips, talking louder to hide my hasty breath, giving you sweet promises of nothing, pouring it out like syrup on those pancakes I never stayed for And I don't think I've ever needed Monday as much as when I walked home, self-starved, carrying all my weight and bricks with my sticky fingers
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Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 3:38 PM UTC
- the coward