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oatmilkbb Aug 15
theres a little bit of magic
in being able to make you
share the rare sounds
of your laughter
& the vibrancy of your cheery smile
oatmilkbb Aug 10
i wonder
when i will make someone stay
& not say;
i deserved better
accompanied with an apology

after a realization
of my {benevolent} soul
oatmilkbb Aug 10
will i ever stop crying
when i see you

it hurts letting go of you
in every way
oatmilkbb Aug 5
it was 12 a.m.
& i missed you

i drove by your home
like many other nights

i cried then
oatmilkbb Aug 5
its hard to miss someone who makes you feel so low, but i still somehow miss you.
perhaps i became used to your toxicity & the addicting ways you wanted me.
you wanting me... did i become your puppet?
notes from a trip
oatmilkbb Aug 5
dos meses
sin hablar contigo
y ahora quieres hablar
de las cosas que nos separaron

mi corazón todavia me duele
aun te extraño
  Aug 5 oatmilkbb
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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