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Never wished the worst
Nor the best;
I need you in my next
For the rest!
I miss the trip we took.

We didn’t mind feeling lost while we drove
through the forest, and we sang aloud
the entire way until we arrived at the
site. We pitched the tent, and then spent
the afternoon eating s’mores smothered
in whipped cream, sharing ghost
stories, and watching the lake’s current
come in and out. And when it came time
to hide away, we huddled into my red
sleeping bag, chatting about whatever
came to mind. That’s what I miss the most,
laying with you, discovering how your
mind moves. Or how mentioning we
smelled like s’mores made you go from
a giggle into a hearty laugh.

Then a lengthy gaze turned to a yearning
silence. I miss you running your warm palm
down my chest. Flesh on flesh became our
flesh, breath on breath became our breath.
By the time you fell asleep you had engulfed
me into your small, dying flame, and
embraced me into the furthest depths you
would ever let anyone reach. I remember
wishing it would never end.

But I also remember lying there, still awake,
my body almost shaking from all that was
surging through my nerves and veins,
feeling more nervous than satisfied. And
soon, once the weeks of bliss had gone by,
you realized I was letting you down. You
didn’t seem distraught, or rejected;
you were disappointed.

Now, I will not chastise myself for having
old wounds still healing. I will not be
ashamed for still having armor, for having
to try to surrender, for regarding the body
and heart of the person you fell for with
disgust. But I don’t want to indulge in my
progress or lack thereof, because for you
it’s true, I let you down. You saw me
covered, and you saw me ****, but you
never saw me naked, exposed, vulnerable
and raw. I wouldn’t let you.

And I’m certain for you it was like expecting
a call that won’t come. And when the phone
finally rings you are not there to answer.
You gave up long ago. And I’m still
not even willing to call.
Styles 15h
I apologize
for being hopelessly
in love with the memory
person you used to be

Once again
the person it hurt
was me
What will i ever do,
When i am so much enchanted by you?
Even though i have a soul so dreary,
I tend to be blithesome at the sight of you.

Oh tell me what i ever need to do
To be the one destined for you?
If only i could bid these emotions adiew,
I would endure less than i need.
There was this boy way way way out of my league i had a crush on or rather i was afraid to have a crush on. But we'd talk sometimes and i found him so gold, so pure. But then i realise i was catching feelings and i denied it since he was heaven and i was just a pebble.
For i was only a boy who got lost in her eyes.
She was an enchantress, a goddess and everything that was beautiful in this world.
Her beauty could stop the world from revolving.
Her elegance could immobilize everyone in her presence.
Her enthusiasm could light up the darkest chambers.

Sadly as it is, i was just another mediocre mortal compared to her.
If i was a planet going back and forth,
She was the whole galaxing magnifying the beauty at one place.
I often envisioned us together ;
You were a poem i was madly in love with.
I could see the verses in your eyes,
Oh with just three words you'd be mine.
Sadly, i was just another forgotten rhyme.
I woke up numb on a Saturday
Publishers metaphor seeping through the cracks
Don’t let go of my crawling skin

Longing for that message that never comes
And finally we’re back again
Take control now

Earn my love
Earn my soul
They say if you replay
The same thing over and over
It will drive you crazy
Well I disagree.

For I have been replaying
The first time I held her hand
The first time she put her head on my shoulder
The first time she kissed me
The first time she said, "I love you!"
I have watched the moments over and over.
Yet I still cant get enough of it
He brings poetry to the darkness
Growing inside and ignites the light
It's a beautiful sight,
Watching the dark deep night
Sleeping, embracing the moonlight
So close, so tight,

He brings winds inside my soul,
He was pure magic in black art,
He was sitting on a swinging chair
Gazing me
In drowning all the darkness
Deep inside my heart,
He brings a full moon to make love
From soul to soul
and heart to heart.
-Nida Mahmoed
Your love for me is waning already. Maybe it wasn't born long ago, it could have been just an imaginary dream, if at all. I was degraded to a pointless target because I couldn’t find you, and because you didn’t take your wise-valiant will to seek it at all, even though your existence, like a hot sunset, with a wounded heart, I was thirsty! And I couldn't get enough of it!

Your eyes, which never gave up, cherished Hope, and if you had to, humble, charming, and eloquent with joy lamented by the betrayal of blood pains! - our passion could only have been an undeveloped stubborn, protrusion on the altar of our deserved passions: How far our iris-kissing warfare, missed in its flower, fades: A charming and naive series of child-kisses who still dare to believe

I took your hands even when you had fragile bones far away from me, and I know, “Our vulnerable conscience has been deceived and betrayed too many times. "Around us, they tremble in the form of gently trembling tears, tiny meteors, asteroids, and when your sprained, beautifully arched, graceful and foamy ankle, you could have rested on the shoulders of my shoulders with a calm will as a helping force!"

I condemned - believe me - silly, ulterior motives too! I saw you, your dear lily head, the autumn beating light, as if you were caressing her, her naughty love babbles - now it makes no sense to just follow me with a silent stream of tears, still lingering, in case you return to me with little girlish mood, but your wedding ring and adult to put things in order, - I don't want

if you hate me because you are still dear to me: Perhaps the immortal Inheritance is still breaking your petals in front of you: There is still a murderous farewell trembling in our souls, an unforgettable memory…
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