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I feel like writing a love story.
But I forgot how it feels to love.
I remember the happiness but I don’t remember how it feels to be happy in love.
Since you’re reading this, can I just pretend I’m in love with you?
Can I just pretend I’m your man?
Or can we just erase our past and write a new and real story where we both are deep in love?
I see you scared of falling in love again, so am I, we had our time healing ourselves on our own.
Let’s gather the remains of our shattered hearts and form one.
Let me tell you how I feel.
I think we’re ready for this.
I don’t want to be alone; you don’t want to be alone.
Let’s try this together, you and me.
Why do I feel so empty?
Why do I feel so blue?
My memories I cant remember instead,
My mind's fogged up by you.
Ever felt so empty that you could **** yourself?
Quick tip : Don't.
 Aug 2016 D E L AA J A YY
Sabrina
C'est la belle vie
the words escape quietly from my lips
they float silently to the floor and settle there
the words are so quiet, so small
I can't be sure they ever really left my mouth
But there they are, sitting comfortably on the floor
They look up at me from below, questioning them self
I think about repeating them, maybe to reaffirm their meaning
but the sounds don't quite make it past my tongue
So I sit there in silence
with some fallen words
laying on the floor.
 Aug 2016 D E L AA J A YY
bee
when the days and nights start bleeding together
and your mind stops shutting off at the end of the day,
call me.
i can't guarantee you i will have anything to say
except,
“you're not the only one awake.”

because sometimes my mind forgets to go to sleep too,
and by sometimes, i mean almost always.

when you do finally close your eyes only to wake up
thirty minutes later, paralyzed in fear, body in panic mode,
call me.
i won't promise you i will have any words
except,
“i've had that nightmare.”

because sometimes my anxiety triggers those dreams too,
and by sometimes, i mean almost always.

when you leave your house the next morning
already dreading having to go through it again hours later,
call me.
i might not have anything to tell you
except,
“i understand.”

because sometimes i can't feel anything anymore either.
because sometimes it's like this has taken over my whole life.
because sometimes i'm so sick of living this way.
and by sometimes, i mean almost always.

so call me.

because sometimes you don't have to be on your own.
because sometimes you're not really alone.
because sometimes you don't even you know.
and by sometimes, i mean almost always.
song: truce by twenty one pilots
The wind in my hair
Fire in my soul
Love in my heart
Courage in my mind
Dreams in my eyes
The stars as my guide
The trees as my shade
The birds as my friends
The fields as my bed
The seas as my pool
The hills as my night-camp
The skies to watch over me
The moon to sing me a lullaby at night
The sun to fill me with energy
An insatiable appetite for exploration
And you as my companion
What more do i need?
So come with me
Let's go explore
And see what the world has to offer

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