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fleetinglune
fleetinglune
writer / human / neither
i cannot help but long for you at times when the dusk meets the dawn when the stars blink too brightly and the moon's glow is endearing when i have nothing to hold on to, save for the hope that you and i may have shared the same love for that one thing that kept us alive i cannot help but wonder what it was like to hear your stories and how you made them up as you told your children about them i wonder if you're as beautiful as my mother always say you are you still live in her memories, keeping you alive in the stories she tells us and i wonder if she misses you too and after all this, i sit in silence then i wonder— how can i miss someone i've never met?
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC
nostalgia
i burn, i burn, i burn and then i wonder, when will i rise from these ashes?
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Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
an ode to burning matches
i think i have reached the point where i finally feel at ease with myself. i have found my peace and quiet and now— now i’m on my way home. my heart has never felt this soft and light before and it is so worth it.
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC
day 146 of 366
loneliness is a place i am terrified of getting used to but have been living in it for as long as i can remember. it is a house that doesn’t feel like home; the only lit streetlight in an abandoned city; the twinkling star in the vast night sky; the last note of a song but one that’s fading away; the room with a bed that hasn’t been slept in ever since a lover was lost in the war. the echoes of laughter of what once; the lingering touch of our fingers after our hands had let go; the wallflower sitting quietly in the corner of a party. it is all of these things at once; but i think, most of all, loneliness is a friend who i so desperately want to get rid of—and i do, at times—yet she’s always there; waiting for me to take her back.
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC
loneliness is a place
you burn me. and it isn’t anyone’s fault but mine. i gave you the match in the first place.
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
burning matches
nostalgic for a love that never was; for a person that came and went; for a fire that never ignited.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
hint of nostalgia
and in the midst of all the chaos, my darling, i still fought for you. but you raised your **** white flag, welcomed the striking blow of the sword before i could even run and save you from the menacing blade that so effortlessly took you away from me.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
an open letter to my non-existent lover