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Mose Oct 2021
To be seen for the first time;
Your palm pressed firmly against my cheek but I felt it radiate in my chest. Watching your eyes gazing the horizon of my pupil. Getting lost in the breathless moment of our desire escaping. I don't think there are enough thank you's to be said about that moment. By now I would have already created an extended fantasy of this night turning into a lifetime, but not this time. This moment shall be pressed like lilacs in between my journal just as is. This time I don't pray this road leads anywhere other than where it actually ends. I could have said I loved you in that moment but I waited till after you left & just told the universe thank you. Thank you for whatever this transforms or ceases to be.
Brumous Oct 2021
Long gone were the times where
we serenade with such love and promise,
the time where you prove everything to show it
in hopes of them reciprocating your calling

Now was when we give gifts, and chocolates,
along with a sea of flowery compliments
A simple "I love you." would do it,

While some prefer that comforting silence,
quiet but genuinely loving.
ʜᴀʀᴀɴᴀ/𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕖.
—A piece of music sung or played in the open-air, typically by a man at night under the window of his lover.

"sad that I can't see more of this tradition,"
-Br.
Belle Jul 2021
How I know you are my best friend:
Everytime something good happens I want you to know
I enjoy your company
I genuinely love you
When I go somewhere I wish you were there with me
I have an unlimited amount of respect for you and you respect me back
You want to help me and make sure I'm okay and I want to do the same for you
You actually care.
My mom loves you
You want to talk about our lives and hardships and don't care if I vent
Thank you for being my best friend. For being you.
:)
marïama May 2021
Limbo
I feel like I am on a never ending train.
No next stop.
All this precious time I’ve wasted.
God, look how much time I’ve wasted.
I have wrote of you twice before
Once after the first “I Love you”
Again after I knew you.
And now after I’ve known you..
The raging fire once felt now reduced to a flicker.
I can now see you without a glimmer
So many misunderstandings we never planned
No one would ever understand.
Who are you?
Someone I should know but it feels as though you are a stranger
Destined to be two halves that don’t fit
Your noise echos in my ears
Flashing memories of laughter brought
While your betrayal vibrates in my body
Leaving my stomach in knots
Am I to forgive you for wanting to be whole.
Sacrifice myself for you to be whole.
No.
I’ve rebuilt my wall.
Brick by ******* brick
Every piece to so sadly fall
My tears it’s unyielding glue
Leaving no clue
Of the destruction it’s previously been through
Now I know the true lesson in love
To love until it is forevermore
For in hope of another life
with a chance at love once more
Brittany Ann Jan 2021
All I ever really try to be in my life

is genuine.

And I refuse

to be influenced to feel

that my effort to be so

is a fault

that means to be fixed.
fake is all you see.


An honest friend is hard to find.
Someone good hearted
with a pure mind.
So many faces
Doing their “task”.
Everyone wearing some kind of mask.
Hiding their thruth self
from theirselves
Insecurity laying underneath the shell.
Being fake starts in the mind.
Anything genuine nowadays
Is hard to find.

Shell ✨🐚
Shannon Soeganda Dec 2020
I may be foulmouthed to the core,

let alone when we have our very own

\\ tête-à-tête //

but honey---

I know my heart is genuine.
Hit me up after your Saturn Return, girl.
How to find my peace
When nothing fulfills me?
When the genuine severe my grave
And I am the genuine severing yours?
In all earnestness my heart recovers grace,
In solemn silence finding petulance,
Sulky, old smiles alternating.
© All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu
Owen Nov 2020
I have come to find
when I deviate
from my muse of melancholy
I revile my work
more and more.
Perhaps because, inside,
the darkness and emptiness
is a part of every part of me.
And pretending,
is not in my nature.
oops, my fairly more severe Dysthymia is showing.
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