anwatson801 - Hello Poetry

i wish my sheets were yours doesn't matter how the fabric pours. any sheets that you've worn, help me bear what you've born.

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Mar 1

Mar 1, 2026 at 9:38 AM UTC

anwatson801

sheets

i wish my sheets were yours doesn't matter how the fabric pours. any sheets that you've worn, help me bear what you've born.

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ill always be around. i wont be close enough. i orbit, but when i leave you miss my warmth. i'm around because u say i burn when im too close. the chill i feel from you keeps me from burning up. thats why i stay, not close just around.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC

anwatson801

around

ill always be around. i wont be close enough. i orbit, but when i leave you miss my warmth. i'm around because u say i burn when im too close. the chill i feel from you keeps me from burning up. thats why i stay, not close just around.

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keeping my eyes low, i focus on the small white line marking the ground. i see the apparition of him in the glass above that line. he looks silver, not gold or bronze. silver in the way his eyes feel like steel, and in that moment i know my own resolve is not strong enough. i strain my neck, still fighting whatever resolution i had previously. everything doesn't stop, it starts. all my thoughts rush in, all my muscles tighten and my eyes are no longer slow and my neck is no longer strained. my mouth is moving too, too fast to pull back in. i wish everything stops when i look at him, but it starts.

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Feb 7

Feb 7, 2026 at 3:27 PM UTC

anwatson801

everything doesn't stop, it starts.

keeping my eyes low, i focus on the small white line marking the ground. i see the apparition of him in the glass above that line. he looks silver, not gold or bronze. silver in the way his eyes feel like steel, and in that moment i know my own resolve is not strong enough. i strain my neck, still fighting whatever resolution i had previously. everything doesn't stop, it starts. all my thoughts rush in, all my muscles tighten and my eyes are no longer slow and my neck is no longer strained. my mouth is moving too, too fast to pull back in. i wish everything stops when i look at him, but it starts.

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I don't know how to be with myself. Ive spent two years being two people. Always together never unbonded. How do I deal with this ache, the one that occurs so easily when the silence starts to creep in? How do I find my interests, my goals among what seems like a whispering fog? Do I have the fight? The one that is needed to cut through this fog, the one that pinches and belittles me. I will need to, because I need to know how to be with myself again.

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Jan 28

Jan 28, 2026 at 3:37 PM UTC

anwatson801

fighting the fog

I don't know how to be with myself. Ive spent two years being two people. Always together never unbonded. How do I deal with this ache, the one that occurs so easily when the silence starts to creep in? How do I find my interests, my goals among what seems like a whispering fog? Do I have the fight? The one that is needed to cut through this fog, the one that pinches and belittles me. I will need to, because I need to know how to be with myself again.

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I used to hate angles. It was all too complicated, with degrees and rulers. Now I see them differently. I feel the angle of which my head turns to look at your. A slight one, gently calculated so that my eyes can do the rest of the work. I see angle in how I position myself, never directly in front of you but still so desperate not to be forgotten. A position that allows me to watch your angles. The curved, the straight, the ones that occur when you yourself tilt your head to look to me. How do I calculate that? Does it measure to the same angle when you looked down at me sleeping on your chest? Or perhaps the one where you hid yourself away in my shoulder? I have more questions than before, when I thought angles was just maths. Will you explain to me which angle you see me through? Or will I keep having to try find yours?

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Jan 28

Jan 28, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC

anwatson801

Angles

I used to hate angles. It was all too complicated, with degrees and rulers. Now I see them differently. I feel the angle of which my head turns to look at your. A slight one, gently calculated so that my eyes can do the rest of the work. I see angle in how I position myself, never directly in front of you but still so desperate not to be forgotten. A position that allows me to watch your angles. The curved, the straight, the ones that occur when you yourself tilt your head to look to me. How do I calculate that? Does it measure to the same angle when you looked down at me sleeping on your chest? Or perhaps the one where you hid yourself away in my shoulder? I have more questions than before, when I thought angles was just maths. Will you explain to me which angle you see me through? Or will I keep having to try find yours?

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