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nobyelse Nov 2017
and then I asked you,
"What's your biggest fear?"

you gave me a quivering sigh,
looked at me straight in the eyes
and said,

"It's that eventually, you will see me
the way I see myself."
962 · Nov 2017
Different Shades of Blue
nobyelse Nov 2017
Skies.
Oceans.
Eyes.

Stars.
City lights.

Hidden smiles.
Cries.
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nobyelse Oct 2017
I am lost
in the labyrinth of my emotions
I am drowning
in the depths of my despair
I glanced back at you;
you looked away
I closed my eyes;
and turned away
thinking,
where did I go wrong?
our fire was blown fast, extinguished
I was once not sure
but now I do know:
things that ember
do not glow forever
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471 · Jan 2018
Claustrophobia, on a lift
nobyelse Jan 2018
here comes the pile
walking down the hall
shuffles, pauses
one pushes a button
door opens
eight stepped in
door closes
five pushed buttons
breathe in
count to ten
breathe out
long silence
ding
door opens
step out
sigh.
251 · Jun 8
for Cole.
nobyelse Jun 8
you have the most peaceful set of hazel eyes
so deep and dark and mostly unraveled
you make me want to reach for the stars
though hot and vast in distance — my palms are unbearable
for i love and love is in all things vast and
spontaneous like our small talks on the phone
your smiles are the substance that fill up my void
and your laugh — a chemical intoxication stronger than dopamine

our romance in mornings reach midnights alive
for the moon is our luminous stone
and the sun that makes it ember
keeps us where we are
you mean everything and more to me. i'm sorry for all of my shortcomings.
i love you.
143 · Sep 9
Metamorphosis
nobyelse Sep 9
i am not sure if i'd still like the same pair of jeans,
or if the same kind of music will make me feel.

my mind is like leaves over the seasons: wilting, growing, changing color, blooming once more.

i am not sure if i'd still like pancakes on a sunday morning or
like the scent of the pages of a book.
i am not sure if i'd still remain silent or if i'd talk loudly - as the years go by.

but floating in my mind is one constant;
that is, above all change,
i am sure that i'd still adore you
every single day

— The End —