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A Jan 2022
I hate it every time the feelings find you
before your words
And then, after two years, one minute, five hours, or whenever they bother showing up,
it's like your heart and your stomach just sits there
saying "we told you so"
and you hate them for speaking so clearly
whilst you refused to
A Jan 2022
It was Sunday and you asked me to stay but I never meant to linger here for so long, so I pulled back, retreating from my line you tried to cross

Smiling, so you wouldn't taste the hesitation on my lips,
talking louder to hide my hasty breath,
giving you sweet promises of nothing, pouring it out like syrup on those pancakes I never stayed for

And I don't think I've ever needed Monday as much as when I walked home, self-starved, carrying all my weight and bricks with my sticky fingers
A Dec 2021
You, trying to convince me i was hard to love, when i drip of sun and sweet magic
A Sep 2021
Do you also think we could have been? Like been for real, full on.

Like that time you couldn't stop listening to my heart or those evenings when you snuck out just to say hi or those million of nights when we just didn't want to hang up.

Like imagine if those moments could have lasted longer, if we could have lasted longer. If life actually had let us.

I do think so. That we could have been. Real, full on, the thing that really mattered. Just us.

Now you still matter, it's just that we're nothing.
A Aug 2021
Life disturbs my dreams

Or is it the opposite? I don't even know anymore
A Aug 2021
I have no sorrow, still it takes up so much space in my heart today
A Jun 2021
I always wanted to blow my mind

To get swept away,
dance through roses and sorrow,
colour my soul with the paint from the sky,
to tickle my belly with the sun, even when it's grey

I never thought I actually would

And then, I never thought I would be stuck here

In dreams, melancholy, fantasies and daydreams about skies so beautiful I would never ever want to look outside my soul
And warmth so tempting I could never feel the refreshing cold reality

I just never saw this coming

And it just feels impossible, you know?
To go from fluffy, yellow mist to harsh, sweet life
To be awake, to not go back to safe, old dreams
To ignore the moon smiling at you, to stop believing you're actually going to be special
because in an ordinary world, the only way you are someone is in your head
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