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Nov 2022 · 5.2k
Intrusive
Jolijn Nov 2022
They will be applauding me when I do the unspeakable.
Looking at the lifeless soul in front of me. Do they know something I don’t? Why does their gaze make me feel special?
You have figured it out, you are the chosen one, just like us. This is exactly what you had to do to win the game.
Routine is the answer but routine makes me spiral.

‘’The deities of running water let her hair flow’’ I read somewhere.
As simple as that.

Read between the lines my teacher said.
Go outside and chain smoke some cigarettes, it's not worth thinking like that.
But why am I confused when I see my body move… They don’t understand.

They will be applauding me when I do it.
You have figured it out, this is exactly what you have to do.

I'm so sorry you feel this way she said. I was expecting some recognition, while she hugged me with pity. No need.

Being really good at chain-smoking cigarettes, so I will.
As simple as that.
Read between the lines my teacher said.
No one applauds me.

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Jolijn Sep 2018
The kind of love they write poems about.
That's what came to me when I fell for you.
It's the kind that makes my toes curl when I think of you.
It makes me smile and blush when I hear your name.
It makes me crave your thouch and kisses.
It makes me believe I can do anything when I'm around you. When you stare into my eyes.
The kind of love they write poems about.
It makes my stomach tighten when thinking of losing you.
It makes me want to hold on tight because this kind of love isn't worth the heartbreak.
Is it?
Now I am crying all alone.
Writing a poem about you.
I wish this was a happy poem.
The kind of love they write poems about.
Madness.
Sep 2018 · 432
This is why
Jolijn Sep 2018
In those eyes,
I could see what it feels like to be
completely in love with me.
I could feel his love.
he made me feel
happier
not only around him but around myself as well.
And I loved him for it.
Sep 2018 · 582
diving deep
Jolijn Sep 2018
I feel like
I'm drowning in a sea
of happiness,
But I am still drowning.
I am slowly forgetting how to swim.
I love the water, the feel of it. The way it dances around my skin like
I'm safe.
Like.
Not really. Because I am not where
I want to be, not who
I want to be.
So I will save myself from drowning and instead of swimming, I will get a boat.
Let's go away.
Let's make a difference.
Even though it feels safe the way it is,
don't forget how to swim.
So I will keep looking at the water from a distance and
when I am ready, I will
Jump in again.

Let's make the most of it,
let’s learn how to dive.
Same water, a different sea.
Sep 2018 · 3.0k
The sweater you lent me
Jolijn Sep 2018
The smell of your sweater makes me think about the times we had together.
About the first time, I smelled your scent and thought to myself: ‘This is the smell of the person I am falling for.’ I saved your smell in my memories, so I would not forget.
The smell of your sweater makes me think about the first time I woke up next to you and crawled my body against yours. The way you sniffed my hair and told me I smelled nice. The way I kissed your chest and held on tight.
The smell of your sweater makes me think about how you looked at me. Like I was the most precious thing in the world and the way that look made me feel so beautiful.
The smell of your sweater makes me want to look at you like I used to look at you.
The smell of your sweater gives me butterflies imagining your arms around me, your kisses on my cheeks, my lips, my neck, my breast.

The smell of your sweater makes me cry because all those things are out of reach for me now. The smell makes me want to scream because I don’t know how to fix this and make it better. It makes me want to punch the walls until my knuckles bleed, but I won’t feel it compared to the way I feel about losing you.
The smell reminds me of the way you loved me and how I don't want you to stop loving me just because you can’t reach me and I can’t reach you...
It makes me think of the thousands of miles between us.

The smell of your sweater makes me think of love and the heartbreak that comes with it.

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