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Lillian May Sep 2019
There was a silence.
                 Oh, if he would only be hers entirely;
       not by poor surreptitious evasion but in fulness and in fact.
He had understood her pause.
                "I'm good."  she said with apparent carelessness.
She found it difficult to keep her voice just on the casual note she wanted.
he thought to himself: she's different from me, she's romantic.
                "You just don't trust yourself with me around." he said.
                "It seems a bit funny, we both always knew, but honest I hadn't realized you were beautiful."
                "You're a great kidder."
Oh God, she asked herself, have I handled this right?
leaning on the door jam his body in perfect chiaroscuro
and an omniscient grin
And the rest is history.
Jay Sep 2019
He left me.
He hurt me.
He lied to me.
He made it hard for me to trust.
I trust you.
I trust that
You won't leave me,
You will be kind to me,
You will be honest,
You are the best thing for me.
Jay Sep 2019
Just in case you didn't know,
Right now,
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Not because you are going to succeed.
Not because you dream of money.
Not because you give me things.
Because you love me.
Because you are perfect.
Because I love you.
Jay Sep 2019
I cannot get enough of you,
And I can't tell if that is good or bad,
I am in love with you,
And I can't tell if that is good or bad,
You make me enjoy life,
And I can't tell if that is good or bad,
I would spend my life with you,
And I can't tell if that is good or bad,
But truly,
I don't give a ****.
I love you,
And I am abandoning all fear.
I am trusting you,
And truly,
All I ask,
Is that you love me back.
I don't want to be afraid of love anymore
OpenWorldView Aug 2019
he speaks in silence
the poem of her beauty.
a spell unbroken
Mariam Shittu Apr 2019
butterflies and flowers
champagne and dessert
my first and my ex
got nothing on you
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S Feb 2019
Oh no-
Is that what this is?
If I think about kissing you-
Or I think of us surviving a hostage situation-
Or if I think of us cuddling-
Or if I think of you walking me home when I’m drunk and me getting inside okay-
Or if I think of a theme for our hypothetical wedding-
Or if I think about what you smell like-
Am I just smitten?
Or am I in deep?
Or are these just one in the morning thoughts that I’ll never repeat?
Rose Oct 2018
Those endless butterflies
that bring contagious
smiles to your face
and make it impossible
to think of anything but
those brown eyes
if you know, you know
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