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riwa Dec 2018
one: you have chosen to inhabit my inner thoughts. you won’t leave my head for days, weeks even.

two: i catch myself staring at your lips, examining you face, wondering what it would feel like to have it pressed against mine as our bodies breathe together.

three: there is a sharp pain in my chest when i see you. i picture what it would be like if you were holding my hand instead of hers.

four: together, we belong. the first time i told you i loved you, i meant it. the first time you told me you loved me, i believed you.

five: the last time i saw you was five minutes ago, but i already miss you.

six: the last time i spoke to you was a month ago, and i miss you. what happened?

seven: i can’t bring myself to get out of bed, everything reminds me of you.

eight: you called me for the first time in a while tonight, asking if we could just talk for a bit

nine: it took every part of me to stop myself from pouring my heart out to you once again

ten: i’m glad i hung up
just found this from a while ago
riwa Dec 2018
i am a plastic bag floating upon the waves of an ocean
simply allowing them to carry me wherever i am destined to go
riwa Oct 2018
we are two celestial bodies, waiting for collision.
you know, they say that sacrifice is necessary sometimes,
so i’d sacrifice every part of me just for a moment alone with you.
a moment where you could hold me and we wouldn’t need to worry about any of the consequences;
recklessly exploring each other’s minds with our bodies.
two celestial beings awaiting our destruction,
because with destruction comes rebirth.

and you,
you make me feel like i was born again.
like everything in the world is fresh and exciting,
and it’s all because i get to experience it with you.
being with you makes every part of me come to life;
like i have risen from the ashes and taken flight once more.
i feel the wind blowing on me every time you brush your hand against my cheek,
i feel the electricity run through me every time you kiss me,
and all the drugs in the world could never make me feel as euphoric as you do.
because when i’m with you i enter a state of mind no substance could alter;
pure bliss.
uhhh idk
riwa Apr 2018
i stayed up all night
waiting for a text from you.
sunlight knocked on my bedroom window,
but i just shut it out once again...
i refuse to let anything other than u in

you know, i could never fall asleep properly until i heard from you...
so i guess you could say i haven’t gotten much sleep these past few months.
i have been staring at my ceiling for so long,
trying to picture us together again,
that i’ve nearly forgotten what the rest of the world looks like.

i never thought the day would come where my longing for you would bring me nothing but misery,
but here i am,
staring at my ceiling,
the sunlight is starting to creep in on me...
so i guess it’s time for me to close my blinds again.
nights feel longer without you
riwa Mar 2018
when i hear love songs
i only think of you
memories of us are imprinted in every song i hear
riwa Mar 2018
i love you.
i miss you.
i need you.
please come back.
talk to me.
kiss me again.
im so sorry.
not in any specific order
riwa Mar 2018
i am sick of writing about you all the time.
my thoughts of you and the words that i write are intertwined,
and trying to unravel your ghost from my memories feels nearly impossible.

you are tattooed on my heart,
and with each thump a new line is generated-

the heartbreak you have left me in feels like a maze i cannot find my way out of

do you still find me as beautiful as you once did?

i know that in my eyes you have never lost your charm

but i am sick of writing about you all the time.
because i am sick of feeling like this.
feeling like the entirety of my existence is so fragile,
depending on you to make me feel as if it is actually worth something,
depending on you to continue to reciprocate the feelings i have shared with you
even though deep inside i know that you are tired too.
tired of the see-saw like motions of our relationship...
even though, in our ups we felt like the king & queen of the world,
in our downs you no longer saw the point;
no longer see the point in trying to mend something you claim to be eternally broken.

am i sick for still trying?
why do i still allow myself to break my own heart over you?
is it because i still see potential where you see debris?

our love went up in flames,
and i think that we both tried to save as much of ourselves as we could from the fire...
save so much of ourselves
that we forgot about each other.
i think i might add on to this later
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