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We orbit a sentence,
we won’t let slip out,
Even though we admit,
we often bite our tongues.

Our eyes meet
and the world slows down,
Those three words linger between us.
We hold ourselves back,
Afraid of what they might cause.

The moment we say it,
The air would shift.
Our safety in almost,
Would shatter into everything.

But I love you.
Gosh, I truly love you.
I love you in every look we give each other,
In every touch that feels like more,
And in the silence we choose to hide behind.

And if I said it,
If you said it,
Everything would shift out of place.
Maybe we’d ruin what we have,
Or maybe we’d finally be honest.
But there’s no safety in taking that chance.

So we stay quiet,
And we stay safe.
Because real things break,
But almosts don’t.
hannah 3d
before these clothes of mine get on the floor,  
just look at me  
for a little longer—  
just a little.  

and maybe  
you’ll notice the way  
my eyes light up
whenever i see my favorite kind of math problems  
or the way  
i would start stretching out my fingers,  
when they feel "a bit weird.”  

before it all unfolds,  
just look at me,  
observe me,  
and maybe  
just maybe  
you’ll notice  
every little thing about me  
before anything else.
this is inspired by this poem i heard while scrolling through my fyp. i forgot the person who wrote it, all i know is that it was such a simple, yet beautiful poem about lust and desire.
Artis 3d
Show me your shameless,
carve your name around my neck.

Swathe your endearment,
around my body,
weave your nails in me —
make me bleed,
peal my skin back
reveal my heart
climb inside —
make it yours.

Heal me.
break me,
heal me agian.

Grab my feelings
twist them into yours.

Hold me there,
when pain meets grace —
and whisper softly
"I’m yours to face.”
A dream of you wakes me.
Depressing thoughts at 3 a.m.
Covers off then covers on,
Too cold then too warm.

I would take a nightmare.
Over this reminder:
That I am lost, unraveling,
Slipping from my mind,
Unable to trust my thoughts.

I thought I had forgotten your face,
A blur when I reached to remember it.
But last night it was clear-
so clear and so beautiful.
I had forgotten what it was like:

To have and to hold,
To love you completely,
To look into your eyes,
And fall in so deeply.

Reality shakes me.
It reaches out with a violent touch.
I try to shake it off,
To shake you off.
Has my mind grown so soft?

I reach for the ceiling,
Call your name to speak some truth.
Can you hear me?
My quiet voice calling out.

I thought I had forgotten your face,
But it returns from deep within my mind,
Not when I search for it,
But when I forget to search for it.
And I remember again,
What it was like.
hannah 6d
i just want to be held, not touched;
to feel safe your arms,
to feel safe your presence—
is that too much to ask for?
i don’t want my body
to be your favorite toy anymore.

i just want to be loved, not desired;
to wake up to soft smiles,
to have your eyes to reflect your adoration for me—
is that too much to ask for?
what if i told you
i didn’t want you to undress every part of me
at every single glance at me?

i just want to be cherished, not owned;
to hear your voice telling me about how proud you are of me,
to be able to run into your arms after i win a game of uno—
is that too much to ask for?
can’t i be something else
other than a mere object
to fulfill your own selfish desires?

i just want to be heard, not shushed;
to lay on your lap as i cry,
to sob into your chest until i fall asleep—
is that too much to ask for?
i’m already shattered enough
to pray every single night
that i won’t wake up the next morning.
why do you still
have to give me
those cold, harsh commands?

maybe one day (i don’t care if it takes forever or even more),
you’ll truly love me,
even if it only lasts for so long.
all i know is that
no matter what happens,
i will always
be waiting for you
to truly love me.
Khoisan Sep 30
I
remember
our
falling
My
glasses
near sighted
semi blind.
Your aroma swayed my lips
and
swallowed my mind
excellent wine
from
a
different time
.
somedumbbitch Sep 30
I want to show you,
Everything, in this life,
that is beautiful.

Everything... Anything.

I want to collapse the breadth,
of star-speckled sky,
into something small enough,
that it blooms, eternally
from the palm, of your hand.

I want to chase you up
forested trails,
and down alpine valleys,
to see the simple,
awestruck expression
fill your eyes,
as Mother Earth,
beckons you.

Swaying, meditatively
with her fruity bunches,
of bountiful branches,
looming over sturdy shoulders,
and the tune, of avian choruses,
capturing your interest...
undivided.

I want to kiss you, through rain storms,
and caress you,
through ferocious, roaring blizzards...
and make love, to you
in front of flickering bonfires,
as apples release, from trees,
and plummet to their quiet rest.

If the atmosphere, was our canvas,
I would paint it, over
with scenic, splashy murals,
of me, and you.
Locked, into an endless loop,
of exploration, and ecstasy.

While the Earth, itself
shuddered breathlessly,
around our peaceful,
dreaming, hearts, beating
in a synchronized throb...

Our interwoven souls,
would go on,
dancing, divinely

through daylight,
and darkness.

...I dream...of a world,
with you,
that eclipses,
even the light,

of the sun.
https://allpoetry.com/Kate-the-Shrew

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sage Sep 29
As I travel through cold embraces of space
Planetary vortexes
That hold sheer dominance
Over a planetary rule

A planet that is similar to home
With no air to breathe
As it only gives me enough
To clutch my lung pipes,

I’ve roamed the infinite galaxies
I've witnessed a handful of timelines
Where I lived a sane childhood.

The grasp I once had
That kept my motivation fueled like coal in the burning fire  

This planet’s core where I call "home"
Can no longer carry the weight of my problems
Compared to its sister’s planet that carries
Eight billion others,

My creation stems from the watchers
That cast judgement,
And only see what they choose to believe

I wish to see the truth
But the watcher knows that is something
I could never bare

I sit on top of this red planet
Wishing to come home
I sit on top of this red planet
Never able to call it "home"
Lance Remir Sep 29
She kissed
With such fervor
As though she didn't
Just wanted to be love
But to be heard, to be felt
She kissed so much
Like she wanted
To tell her life story
Of her pain, her loneliness
All through her lips
As though words weren't enough
And I listened to her
That her story was safe
That every emotion is here
Locked between our lips
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