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noir Jan 2019
Sink

Sink into me

Breathe me in

Breathe me out

Drink my skin

Love me

Hold me

Die with me

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a more desperate version of myself. sadly beautiful to watch
Yancey Jan 2019
I fell in love with the way your
                                                body flowed
but overlooked
                   the rapids in the distance
so now
         I'm trying not to drown
                                                hoping instead
   I'll just be swept out to sea
underestimated Jan 2019
I'm dancing in my kitchen
Singing songs from the top of my lungs
I don't need you anymore
And I honestly never did
I'm just going to keep dancing
Because I'm better
I don't need you...
luis Dec 2018
The letter you wrote, it’s filled with you.
The letters of your eyes, the words of your lips.
I can feel your hands in these O’s and A’s,
the softness of your paper skin.
In this, did you ink out your soul,
you had dotted the I-love-you,
and crossed over to a tight embrace.
My eyes run again, and again,
Sprinting from line to line.
“This is you,” I exclaim, “you and only you.”
A lover I can tuck away into an envelope, and carry in my breast pocket,
A lover I can sit with at a table for one.
This, you have given me,
You, yourself, your whole.
Head to toe inscribed on thin paper leaves.
A gift it was, but bittersweet,
For a feeling so pure, I never have known,
but I cannot hold these words in my arms.
ok u dont love me i get it
Iz Dec 2018
I don’t think
I’ll ever love you again
The same way I did
When I saw fireworks in your eyes
And Supernovas in your soul
Sehar Bajwa Dec 2018
love is what if-

love, what is if?

what if love is....

what is love if;

is love what if ?
love is worth it.
Bryce Dec 2018
You are a stone tablet
You are a cold, washed thing
You have fear in your eyes
And the light that shines from you is cold, alone, all over

I cannot connect the things that will not be
I cannot communicate fake things
I will take communion from flowers, asking you to be the petals

We are forgetting the nature of love,
Fogetting that it is mistakes and pain that makes happiness at the end of it
That joy and suffering are karmic and designed
Do not give up on these things

When I can reach no longer for you my heart will pang
The sadness of giving up on a soul that doesn't deserve it
A wanting to give God's incarnations the love he gave me
She will not take it

I do not want these feelings to be the only thing I know, but the fear I feel with you is making it difficult

Please don't play me, I have walked a thousand lifetimes of it and I don't need any more.
ruqayyah Dec 2018
Can you promise yourself to be happy
even when everything isn't meant to be?

Can you promise yourself to be happy
even when there's no reason to be?

Can you promise yourself to be happy
even when everything points to the other direction?

Can you promise yourself to be happy
even when it's means having to be like me?
life ***** a lot at times. sometimes, that's all there is--no life lesson, or whatever. sometimes life just *****. and that's the end of it.
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