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Jessie May 6
I want to see you with someone and know how we are not to be.
The crush on you is my forgotten dreams.
I no longer want to fantasize of our to be.
It's not even begun but it's a dream within my dream

Whenever I'm in a building with you I'm longing to feel connected to you. I don't want to.

I want to erase my crush and let it crush me. Every look with every look I look within I see me then in you. Crushed
My dreams see you and me
it's a slow let go
until I see you with her happy
You don't know me
I'm not meant to be called yours

I am only a flicker in your peripheral vision and you're etched within my cerebral.
A crush is only a crush because it crushes the soul
Rejection
never given
a chance to
be rejected.
May it be
Singleness is a gift
Ash Feb 14
And so I dig a shallow grave
for the fairytale castles
All of a love that never was,
laid softly in the earth
Zywa Feb 2
We don't do any-

thing, we avoid rejection --


avoid rapprochement.
Novel "jl." ("recently" - the title also refers to Juno Linnaarts, 2016, Anjet Daanje), chapter November 11th, 1989

Collection "Actively Passive"
I’m nothing like the girls you like
I’m not exactly you’re perfect type
So why should I even attempt and try

To capture your attention
Steal you for a moment
From all your popular friends
Just let me ruin the moment
Heavy Hearted Jan 20
Here I sit
In this basement of
some other house
In the core of the city-
I'm almost on my own...
This January's night
Flashes frozen-
As I adicite, light
I see all that I've chosen:

perturbation, and frustration,
Entwine in all my fascination
Stinging- they whip my body &
paint on lacerations

What you've chosen I cannot see
And the light I catch redefines me
Shadows ignite
That December's day
Reminds me I'm not alone.
In the outskirts of Toronto-
In my Parents home-
My room, my bed - my life's in
The basement

its there; I cry.
A ustin
L ucie
O verwhelming
N othingness
E ncapsulates
Ash Dec 2023
the veil of glamour and desire
that shrouds a heart, beaten so black
and blue, that deep down, revolts the
idea of ever being
loved, adored, or anything but
the maiming devil it knows well.
Jamesb Dec 2023
I know my worth,
I have stood in the way
Of vitriol and shame,
Shrugged away pride
And ego and burned off
So many imperfections
To leave a man still flawed
But peaceful and true,
A man who loves and seeks
That selfsame love in return,
A man who will die he hopes
Of old age in the arms of his woman
After a life of love and joy,
But
If she does not see his love for what it is,
If she sees need as neediness,
Then death still will find me,
Still see my value and my worth,
But find me waiting nonetheless

Alone
Francis Nov 2023
The logic fascinates me,
How a perfectly fine bundle of bananas,
Is just thrown away,
Simply because,
Nobody wanted the inconvenience,
Of having to peel.
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