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smokingstardust
smokingstardust
20 hiraeth / (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, / a home which maybe never was; / the nostalgia, / the yearning, / the grief for lost places of your past
i can't see a way out of the dark all i need is a flicker a glimmer a spark we're waiting to bloom waiting to make plans if everyone feels this way too why does it seem like they don't understand? all they do is relate and compare and maybe they aren't completely aware but it hurts just the same cause i still feel the pain of it i feel so alone not even fully grown but ready to make a new house a home
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
relatable pain
i've barely even grown up hardly old enough to drink still this liquor smells bitter as i pour it down the sink i've lost everything now only been sober a week i think of my words now before i decide to speak these bruises have healed with the cut on my cheek not sure where they came from i still can't seem to think my eyes keep dripping like a sink with a leak i can't hold back these tears no matter how much i blink all i want is to turn to that smooth amber drink
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
sober
you’re sleeping and i’ve been keeping these secrets for as long as i can i keep looking keep searching for a safe place where i can land these days it seems like nobody can understand and i’ll stop believing when i start feeling it; sympathy firsthand normally i’d be safe and feel like my place is wherever i’m holding your hand but it’s clear you want space so i muffled my thoughts by burying my head in the sand
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 2:57 AM UTC
bury my head in the sand
it’s 3am and i’m drowning in my thoughts again
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
drowning
3:30 alone in my bed thinking over what i said my thoughts on repeat like a song i can’t skip wondering if i’m gonna slip up in the air but somehow still on the ground it doesn’t feel fair seems like i’m bound to **** it all up no matter what i do so why does it matter what path i choose? if i always come back to “what the hell did i do?” why does it matter what path i choose? all i seem to do is lose i always end up back here all ****** and bruised this seeems to be the only path i choose
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 3:47 AM UTC
****** poetry written at 3am
i don’t know what’s worse — too many thoughts thrashing around like a hurricane in my brain, or the still, eerie silence that comes after the rain
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Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
hurricane brain
this feels bittersweet you in my arms half asleep on top of your soft blue sheets your breathing deep i’ll be leaving after a short sleep but i know these memories i will always keep
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
bittersweet
whenever i picture us together i see us laying side-by side holding hands talking about dreams and fears talking about everything and nothing at all and i kiss the back of your hand still in mine and it’s dark and i say your name and we’re tired and i think i’m falling in love i tell you so
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
february falling
my heart aches for the friends i never had the hands i never held the oceans i never swam the love i never felt the food i never tasted the clothes i never wore the adventures i never went on the risks i never took for the life i never lived and the person i never became
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Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
the life i never lived
i have nothing to say because it doesn’t feel okay how am i supposed to hold you when you’re a million miles away?
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Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
distance