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i joked to a boy i slept with last night that i should come with a warning label.
Except in my case i would need packing slips of everything i have been through.
Every human thats left a mark on me has a story. every mark comes with a list of the things i have endured. the those who have endured which i have been through have put far more complications in my life than anyone would have anticipated.
That is what i am left with. anxious anticipation for the next shoe to drop, tree limb to fall, im never not looking over my shoulder anymore.
i wish i came with a ******* warning label
Rosmary Penn Sep 15
ineffable sorrow
in the grey skies
staring at love letters
stained with cherry wine

on the window sill
lies the white rose
a love not to last
on the floor, her clothes

clandestine tears
of a hopeless romantic
her naive heart
so easily enchanted

she's a liability
that none can take on
limerence fades
the light in his eyes, gone

failed expectations;
for she lives in a dream
holding on
to promises of serendipity

addicted to euphoria
to dilute her pain
watching tears fall
down the shower drain

nothing left now
so another drink she pours
then into a cab
only to be broken once more
breathes heavy.
***** air.
lungs are full
of space.
the butterflies
do not fly -
they are dead.
i coughed them up.
hacked the ashes
of their bodies
into breeze -
some sweet nothing,
some kiss of wind
i hope
will find its way
to your mouth,
wide and lonely
and waiting
for mine.
eve Aug 4
every now & then
i can’t explain why
i feel like reaching out
to someone i’ve outgrown.
throughout the years
i never thought to see you again
as i lay under the stars
the moon shines a special light onto me
for once in my life
everything looks and feels clear
your face paces back & forth in the back of my mind
but i toss it to the side
what we could...
could not.
get lost in the thought of you
I've built you up in my head
I think I love you more now than I ever did
Curse of a hopeful person
In the form of a hopeless romantic
David Ugwu Jul 12
The feeling of your skin
Against mine
Just like chemical bond
It remains
Our love that of a story foretold
And just like
Two divided by zero
Is illogical
So is my world without you.
will you be the one for me?
hopeless romantic,
lost cause,
looking for meaning

can you save me from myself?
or at least
the threat of loneliness?
Jae Gallagher Mar 10
He is like a fresh breath of air on an Autumn morning after being trapped inside all day from the storm the day before,
But he can also be the exhilarating feeling of dancing in the rain with the sky thundering just as hard as your heart in your chest.
He is the chaos in my peace.
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