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nevaeh Jan 2021
im sick enough as is
i cant ******* handle
being sick of you too.
guess im coming back to life now
Sydney Dec 2020
It’s 2020 and dating is a joke.

Dating is no longer about trying to get to know who someone is.

It boils down to left or right

hot or not

Society has made dating so hyper-focused on the physical that us women are left wondering if we will EVER be more than just a body.

Whether we are worthy enough to be seen again.

And because of this burning desire to be wanted- we do what we think we are meant to do- we put out.

But we are starting to get scared of all the hauntings caused by the ghosts who have never replied.

Stacks of empty promises of “I want to see you again” or “i’ll see you soon” becoming almost so unbalanced they might just fall.

But they wont

Because somehow the higher they stack, the easier it is to pretend it isn’t there.

To pretend it doesn’t bother us

Our dwindling self-worth held up by the hopes that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

So we endlessly swipe through strangers near and maybe far.

Waiting for that mutual attraction.

But how many swipes will it take for our hearts to feel full.

For us to stop feeling like we are incapable of being more than what they see us for.

Because as human beings we are extremely impatient.

Stop Looking.
stranger Sep 2020
i am so exhausted
of the cotidian
the daily
the unorthodox.
i want to be afloat,
no more of this suspended waiting
no more of this nonsense.
i want silence, not bliss,
i want not the love but a mere kiss,
a breath of air inspired into my throat warmly.
i want too much already...
a little more sleep
a little more warmth
PATIENCE
or,  maybe
death.
nevaeh Sep 2020
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if you knew the sun would never rise again
would you love me then?
~
could we be together forever
if forever was only tonight?
~
if it all meant nothing
would i be your everything then?
~
if you knew it was the last time
would you say goodbye?
~
or would you stay then,
until the end?
~
FLESH Sep 2020
Religion is a very tricky thing, because what it does is
20:22 pm
Empire Aug 2020
Everything is empty
My being is void
A singularity has drained my soul
I feel nothing at all



ha... it’s getting darker...
nif May 2020
your gross
you Capricorn
never let you be the host
your gross

clean up
like how hard is it
harder than living locked up?
surrounded by stuff?

not my responsibility
you have some too you know
we both have to do our part
fill my heart with humility
when the family visits

living without tranquility
**** this nasty
like seriously
you talk big classy

you think I'm sassy?
tough
I am so over it
clean up
Capricorn
please
Michelle do your dishes
Zack Ripley Aug 2019
You hate the gray in your hair.
I hate my weight.
You hate your freckles.
I hate my dimples.
We both hate when we get pimples.
You don't understand why people love your nose.
But that's the way it goes.
These things embarrass us.
But honestly, they're the best parts.
Because we find proof that we're human in the reflection
given off by these things we call imperfections
lil Apr 2020
you only talk to me at night
red flag they say
you can't see the difference between flags when the lights in your room are red
you only send me pictures of your face
no words
no response to my words
i can't see the red flags
and even if i could
i would pretend i couldn't
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