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vanessa-9
vanessa-9
23/F/American 23. my soul is a sea
I didn’t know what loving sunshine was like until I met you Through soft words and peach skin kisses you’ve wrapped my heart And I love you now more than the sunshine And I’ll love then more than the sunset One million kisses later and I’m still sure I didn’t know what loving sunshine was like until I met you You lit up my world and believed in me Spun me up with love and hold me tight until the storms over Take my wilted willow heart and make me bloom like the first sunflowers in June Show me what the light of loving you looks like and never let it dim Don’t turn off the light I’m scared of the sea because it’s cold and lonely But I swear I didn’t know what loving sunshine would look like—-until I met you (v.m)
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 3:06 AM UTC
x.s
Pulling you out of me is one of the hardest things I will ever do today Forgetting the sound of your laugh is one of the hardest things I will ever do tomorrow And the secrets you gave me even all the lies and the fake deep talks I will keep hidden, out of the respect I gave you When I saw your picture with her I fell to my knees and collapsed on my bedroom floor I finally ripped the calendar from Christmas off my wall I don't know if that was because of anger or pain, but they taste just the same Yes, it's been five months since you left And I found someone who finally thinks me sunshine But when I think of you I start to realize you weren't the man I made you out to be You were an emotional thunderstorm The type of hurricane that ruins houses And hates the idea of love I don't wish you ill All I know is that Pulling you out of me will be one of the hardest things I will ever do today. I hope she loves indecisive men who have a hard time keeping promises I'm sorry, I've always been attracted to thunderstorms I'm sorry , I've always been attracted to weeping willows to proud for words or apologies But I'm not sorry for loving you even when you didn't want me too There's a legend I like to tell myself when you begin to drown my mind It's that Karma was once an ocean. it always washes up what you missed on the shore even if you don't want to miss me anymore Karma will always be an ocean (v.m)
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
oceans
when I saw you again today I thought I was fine I really thought I was fine but then your laugh echoed in my ear when my eyes met yours and I rolled my eyes only to stop myself from blinking into tears when i got to the car i bawled and bawled I blasted a sad song and cried on my way out of the parking lot I know i shouldn't still be crying but sometimes the sadness hits me like a truck every part of you came flooding back into me. some days i can control it, and some days it rages like a tsunami. and i've had you on my mind ever since I stepped foot in my room the place you once knew so well do you miss it at all? do you miss the spot on my bed where we stayed awake until 5 am that very first night together? it's one for the books one of my favorite moments favorite flashback I'll wish you well in two days time even if you don't love me anymore I'll still wish you well in two days time   (v.m)
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
flashbacks
if he reads this I hope he knows I still love him if he reads this I hope all his dreams come true if he reads this I hope in our 30's he comes back to me if he still reads this I hope he remembers stories about us I wrote if he still reads this I hope he remembers the way the moonlight kissed my face when I fell asleep in the back seat or the night we finally made love if he still reads these I HOPE HE MISSES MY KISSES AND THE WORDS OF LOVE I GAVE TO HIM AND ONLY HIM if he still reads these I hope the ocean will always kiss the tide I hope in some life you will always be mine even if it takes time if he still reads these I hope he misses my laughter if he still reads these and I really don't know if he does because I don't even know if he cares still But I hope if he still reads these he knows I'll always love him. (v.m)
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
if you still read my letters to you..
His name starts with an E and my god is he dashing I still see his face when I close my eyes I miss him so much I pray to God every night he comes back to me my god I love him so and I still sleep with a picture of him under my pillow and I use another as a bookmark God I love him so and I still wear the necklace he bought me and scream his name in between tears on the bathroom floor ...but my god, I love him so (v.m)
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 2:03 AM UTC
The boy with the name of a prince
I saw you today and you've never looked more beautiful And I broke down crying in the car today 5 times in a row in the fetal postion You've never been so close yet so far before And last night I screamed at God And I kissed the picture of you I keep under my pillow And the photo strip we took together I use as a bookmark in the book you bought me I'm still reading it and every lover in that story still sounds like you But then I remember that you found that book for me I had been searching for it for years And when you found it for me it made me feel loved because you listened and you remembered and I hope it meant you loved me, god I hope it meant that and more Even if the story is about a girl too messed up to love like me Pages and pages of loves lost and found echo all the ways you acted with me Sour and Sweet and Cynical and a Drug and Curious and Witty And Athletic and Brave and Selfish and Lonesome The book you bought me tells stories of men that all remind me of you in different ways but all the same still When you found the book you found it off my favorite quote about finding an oddball lover, the one she'd always love I like to think your the Bart of my story I like to think your my oddball, wizened cowboy of a lover I like to think you were the happiness of the story (v.m)
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
The book of happiness
I like to think I was your one Maybe you’ll see that someday I was the girl that was filled with love So much of it Just for you But you didn’t see it I still like to think I was your one You just haven’t seen it And I hope in a year or two or four You’ll see it I hope I’m the girl you come back for I was the girl who you said was different So I like to think I was your one You just haven’t seen it And I got your family gifts before even meeting them And I fell in like with your laugh long before you told me you loved me Do you still love me? I hope so I hope I still radiate on days it’s too dark to get out of bed I hope halls stained with pink hair dye and words in books remind you of me I hope love stories told are never greater than the one I wrote— The one about us. Do you still read it? I do I hope to get it published one day So others can see what waking up feels like So others can feel what I felt for you So I like to think I was your one If in five our stories sits in bookshelves I hope you’ll read the book I hope you’ll remember The stories of us as ghosts And I hope it’ll make you see That I think I was your one You just haven’t seen it (v.m)
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
The One.
I am a canvas of all my old lovers-- The ring I wear in my nose was given to me by a boy who hated life He wiped my tears and promised to take away my fears But I guess that was a lie because all he wanted was too die The necklace I wear around my neck, in the shape of a pineapple, was given to me by a boy who's mother knew I loved him just by the way I looked at him He said he didn't want me to be his anymore He had trouble showing me what was in his heart I hope the poem he wrote about me is still buried inside of him most nights I hope he regrets leaving sunshine Even though it never was divine I miss him all the time No one feels like home like he did The scars I have on my thighs came from the time I tried to love a boy who never wanted me to get attached to him He played my heart like his guitar The bruises on my heart came from the first boy who ever called me beautiful, he molded my idea of a lover when I was young But he chose great lakes over raging hurricanes He chose a girl with a chubby face over my warm embrace My trust issues first arose when the boy with curly fry hair told me not too worry about her. But I should have worried He said I was a sunflower But then he drifted away with the wind My fear of being naked with someone new first arose when the boy with an adrenaline rush told me speed was always more special than me. Distance drove him down different roads. None of them led to me. Highways and motors made his blood boil more than I ever could imagine. I wonder what else did. And I am a canvas of all my old lovers
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
Canvas of old lovers
I am a canvas of all my old lovers-- The ring I wear in my nose was given to me by a boy who hated life He wiped my tears and promised to take away my fears But I guess that was a lie because all he wanted was too die The necklace I wear around my neck, in the shape of a pineapple, was given to me by a boy who's mother knew I loved him just by the way I looked at him He said he didn't want me to be his anymore He had trouble showing me what was in his heart I hope the poem he wrote about me is still buried inside of him most nights I hope he regrets leaving sunshine Even though it never was divine I miss him all the time No one feels like home like he did The scars I have on my thighs came from the time I tried to love a boy who never wanted me to get attached to him He played my heart like his guitar The bruises on my heart came from the first boy who ever called me beautiful, he molded my idea of a lover when I was young But he chose great lakes over raging hurricanes He chose a girl with a chubby face over my warm embrace My trust issues first arose when the boy with curly fry hair told me not too worry about her. But I should have worried He said I was a sunflower But then he drifted away with the wind My fear of being naked with someone new first arose when the boy with an adrenaline rush told me speed was always more special than me. Distance drove him down different roads. None of them led to me. Highways and motors made his blood boil more than I ever could imagine. I wonder what else did. And I am a canvas of all my old lovers
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It’s almost the day when people confess their love for someone And my heart still loves you I stayed up until 4 am Missing your touch And I went all the way back to our beginning I read all our old conversations and broke down crying on the bathroom floor My sheets are different now but I still have the ones we made love in buried under my bed And I went back to our beginning tonight I went back to the night you told me hours felt like minutes I went back to the night you first told me you loved me I went back to the night we finally made love I went back to all those nights we spent laying in my bed I wish you missed me like I miss you I wonder if you even think of me still Because I still miss you I still miss having soft pecks outside science and all of our spots around school I walk by them all the time And my music taste has changed since you left I like everything you used to love And on the day everyone confesses their love I’ll be home alone, with no one to give my heart too. Because It loves you. (v.m)
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
On the day of love
It's been two months time and I ******* broke all over again Because all I could hear was the sound of your laugh and remember how you used to look at me like I was sunlight AND HOLY **** I ******* BROKE ALL OVER AGAIN TONIGHT MISSING YOU AGAIN HIT ME LIKE A ******* HURRICANE TONIGHT IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS TIME AND I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOUR LIPS IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS TIME AND I STILL NEED YOU LIKE AIR HOLY **** THE WIND WHISTLES YOUR NAME ALL THE TIME AND EVERYONE I MEET MAKES ME MISS YOU AND HOLY **** I ******* BROKE ALL OVER AGAIN TONIGHT I'M STILL WEARING THE NECKLACE YOU BOUGHT ME AND I FINALLY LEFT THE HOUSE HOPING I'D RUN INTO YOU SOMEWHERE I FALL ASLEEP WISHING OTHER PEOPLE WERE YOU AND HOLY **** IT HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK I LOVE YOU AND HOLY **** I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR GONE IT STILL FEELS LIKE A BAD DREAM AND HOLY **** I ******* BROKE ALL OVER AGAIN TONIGHT (v.m)
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 3:36 AM UTC
two months time