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Troye 6d
In spring by Oddlyshapedpear

Not sure if it's the season, not sure if it's you or me, but I feel like there will be something between us when we meet late in spring.

Could be taking painting classes,
Could be walking on the beach,
Suddenly you'll catch me as I am swooped away by the breeze.

Here I am imagining what it's like to see the most outrageous thing, like falling in love in an instant, as if my life will be at ease.

In my mind it's like a rom-com feature, I am weak in the knees.
I take a second, maybe a mental picture wondering, "How is this happening to me?"

This love thing doesn't come easily, that I know, I was forced to grow.
But you complete me like a simple bow. Who would have known that this thing would quickly grow.

Eyes upon eyes, I think we are each others trophies that I will not deny.

Not sure if it will be the season,
Not sure if it will be you or me
But I do know our hearts will link in,
Your hair is brown, your eyes blue, maybe green.

Money will flow to me.
You'll see me as your center piece,
You can't take your eyes off me.
I will have everything I'll ever need,
I am short, thick , and lean.

Here I am imagining as I shiver in the winter.
The day will come up in a dream and then happen late in spring.
Everything is so terrifying for the introvert going outside—
the overthinker rehearses all of their prestored sentences,
Sitting on impeccable lines with no trace of uncertainty,
but ever so certain that it’s what the ear wants to hear.
The hopeless romantic knows the picture of a good love
story, but can’t seem to paint that picture for themselves—
Because imagination never quite imitates real emotion.
                                                        ­         And it’s irritating.

But haven’t I been them all? A single character playing
too many roles— the pencil in my story, trying to sketch
out the scenery of a better life. The pen, trying to write
out a good script that fits in the ink folds of my cerebellum.
My skin wears the wrinkles of time, bruises like an overcoat—
a weathered face, but it’s body has no spring in its step.

I’ve been depressed. But when you’re made to grow up too
fast, to keep pace with the world, what else do you expect?

Still, don’t expect me to be anything less than my level best.
Elevated fears go up, while my hope quietly goes down.
Yet on the upside? I stopped pretending to flip my frown
upside down. Some days I’m up. Most days I’m so down.
But I’m not always down— just holding onto the little hope
I find in creation; beauty painted out from my frustrations.
Like the weather, my mood keeps shifting. And whether
you’re caught in a long winter after a short summer,
Don’t worry— it’s all just a passing season.
Kalliope Jun 27
I love love as depressing as I am
But I love the intimacy-
There's beauty in holding hands
Secrets whispered closely at night,
That deeper understanding reached after the first fight

Working together to complete a goal
With someone beside you,
feeling so whole
Their laughter engraved in your head forever-
There's never been a sound that you've loved better

Caressing their face when
sadness reigns king,
Using their favorites to make them
feel seen
The electricity between two
lovers touching,
The honeymoon phase flirting that leaves them both blushing

A lover always has that certain smirk,
When everything is new and
you love every quirk
You get to be silly no matter your age,
Like fictional romance flew off the page

I love when silence doesn't have to ache,
When it's shared, not something you fake
Two mugs in the morning and
a tangled bedspread,
A soft “good morning” with a
kiss to their head

The little things that no one would see,
Like saving the last bite of dessert
just for me,
Or hearing my favorite song
and hitting repeat,
Because love lives in gestures,
not just in lusts heat

I love how romance is art in motion,
How it mirrors moonlight
across a vast ocean
Not always easy, not always bright,
But it's something sacred in both
storm and light

Maybe I'm dark and I like
to write about sorrow
But I love love even when I have
none to borrow
I can't always find pretty words for the skyline, but love? I've always known how to write it from thin air, I just don't.
Kalliope Jun 23
I love burnt marshmallows and my favorite color’s green.
I’ll say I’m very open, but my favorite game’s hide and seek.
I’m kind of bad with money-
ya know, I can always make more.
I’ll distract you with jokes if we dive
too deep into my lore.

I’ll remember your birthday, stress for months on the perfect gift.
I’ll be properly obsessed with you until
I feel the shift.
I am such a lover girl until the
loving feels too real-
giving someone the power to hurt me is a soul-crushing, humongous deal.

I will fight against it-
there’s no love without the risk.
But it will be a struggle, and no one deserves my ******* fits.
One day, someone will want them, raincoat and boots in tow:
“What’s a little rain in the grand scheme,
when at the end I get to love you though?”
I am scared to drown you and I don’t want to sink, but someday, one day, I’ll meet someone who jumps right in and doesn’t blink
Kalliope Jun 2
I think I killed the mundane,
growing up wishing to be saved.
I think I killed gentle gestures,
through teenage years, craving someone who cared.

I think I killed connection,
living through my twenties, not knowing who to trust.
I think I killed the mundane,
now I’m nearly thirty,
no closer to my fairytale than I was at fifteen
My mom says it's time to grow up
I can't waste my life chasing real love,
My mom says it's time to get real
Fairytales don't exist it's not a big deal
love is like a flame
it can make you warm
or it can burn you
love can caress you
or throw you to the wolves
love can find you your perfect match
or it can find you someone
who'll never give you their time of day

i want to find love
a love that is reciprocated
a love that is gentle and passionate
a love that picks me up
a love that is the one for me
who can laugh at my dumb jokes
who can see me for me
who can show me the good in the world

i always seem to find the love that hurts
a love that beats me down
a love that hates me for me
who only loves the idea of me

maybe this time will be different
yes you're my crush
yes you make me blush
i love your smile
i think about it for a while
i want to hear your laughter
please don't let this end in a disaster
wrap your arms around me
let the love run free
i'm falling head over heels
you got me weak in the knees
you're so weird and quirky
and I feel unworthy
AC Apr 22
you, serendipity
i didn't expect you
but you're the best birthday gift i've received all year
and mind you, my birthday's a long time from now.

i didn't know you've waited
since middle school, for this to all work out
but i'm glad you did
so glad you did

we officially met...maybe a week ago when you confessed
so then why do you make me feel like the one having the crush?
so many things i won't understand
but so many things i hope we'll figure out together, levi.
With Levi, the Roseanne Reid song, stuck in my head...I write.
She is my snow in summertime
Everything I cant have
Everything I wish were mine
Only ever years ago
May I see a summers snow
Our kisses go long forgotten
By everyone but me
Love only exists
In books of history
Because even if it snows
Everyone knows
It doesn't last
so it must be,
Our stolen romance remains in the past.
And I must keep remembering
though memory brings me pain
i'm a ******* (just for this)
So I'll dance in summer rain
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