marcelineWhisper

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UntitledI would write a thousand poems in your name, but I will never capture your natural and unyielding beauty. / I would paint hundreds of portraits of you, but my pieces will never match a single smile you make. / I will walk a miles without caring whether I thirst or hunger, just so I can see your face, yet my body will give up before I reach you.
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Apr 25, 2017
-One day we met at a crowded street. / Your hands were on your pockets and your clothes were a bit damp. / An earbud dangling on your left ear and your eyes a hazelnut brown.
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Mar 1, 2017
rabbit holeYou were the rabbit hole / that I fell into. / They deemed you as figment
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Oct 19, 2016
Untitled“Did it hurt?” he asked me. “Falling in love.” He looked genuinely curious. His eyebrows were scrunched up like a little kid trying to figure out how to play a game. / I smiled and answered, “Falling in love didn’t hurt. Falling in love feels like falling to the softest mattress that ever exists. Falling in love is insanely sweet. It controls the way you think, the way you act, and it slowly consumes you to madness. And because of that we tend to forget what we are really falling for. “It’s not falling in love that hurts. It’s being in love. It’s being in love with an illusion of what you thought was true. It's being in love and realizing that you had fallen in love with tantalizing blue eyes that’s tangled up with cobwebs of lies. It’s being in love with someone you thought would never hurt you.”
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Jun 6, 2016
"Sorry"A word that most of the people say after doing a thing that gave them somehow satisfaction and happiness despite knowing that there is someone right there who will be hurt, who will feel broken and might destroy his/her outlook in love and in life. Someone who will probably lose his/her dignity, trust and self esteem. / Sorry is a word that most of the people say at the end of the most sad stories and broken relationships. Wanna know why? Because regretting to something or a mistake that we already did is always felt and realized at the end.
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May 25, 2016
UntitledShe is a scripture of broken promises and shattered dreams. Every step felt like walking on mysteries and every breath felt like drinking secrets. / She is a mess from another mess of a family. Every moment was another sad memory and every single remembrance was already a forgotten dream. / She is a painting covered in ink. Her colors have turned black and her lines have been smeared. She is a canvas no longer wanted because of a stain she cannot remove.
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Feb 26, 2016
It's Not That Easy“It’s not that easy,” she said. “It can never be easy for me to admit how much I like him. Every time I see his hazel brown eyes sparkle when he sees her, every cell of me that was hoping he feels the same way dies. Every time I see him blush when she notices him, a part of me wishing I was her aches. Every time he tells me how much he adores her, my mouth that wants to speak for my heart shuts up. Every time he wishes upon a shooting star, he catches passing by, that you could somehow notice him, I become a statue, just stuck staring at him and feeling every bit of the pain. How can I confess if I am unsure of what I feel? I don’t know if just like him or I feel something beyond that. It’s not really easy, is it? And how would I have the courage to speak up if I already know the answer?,” she smiled painfully, then released a deep sigh.
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Feb 14, 2016
An Open Letter to the One Who Left MeI still love you. / I love you even if you pushed me away. I’m sure you’re having fun that the situation is like this, that I’m missing you more than ever and that I couldn’t accept anybody else because I would always look for you. Always you. After all, ever since I met you, it was always you that I would look for in the crowd. / I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye no matter how many times I’ve told you that I would be fine without you. But I'm not. I'm not okay. Since the day you left, I’ve been flooding you with messages, typing the words I couldn’t say.
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Feb 4, 2016
UntitledYour verisimilitude is deceiving. The memories we've shared are momentous. I thought there would be a probability of "us" but you rebuff the love I've showed and left me confused. The inception of our story is the part which I loved the most. This past few days I was lost and crestfallen by the memory of you. I never felt reluctant on every word you said and promised. But they were just words, words that will never be executed. I need to obviate myself from hoping. Our love became prosaic as you slowly repudiate this nerve racking feelings of mine. The thought of you should unyoked my mind for my heart opposes with my common sense. Thank you for watching me as I fall.
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Feb 4, 2016
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