#himandi
when I met you—
the stars shone brighter,
my restless ghosts fell silent,
and even the dark
held its breath,
hoping you felt the same.
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 10:17 PM UTC
He asked me what is peace....
The thought of him being there
The thought of him kissing my forehead...
The thought of him sitting besides me...
Hearing me crib about my life....
This is PEACE....
I LOVE YOU...
YOU ARE PEACE TO ME...
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 4:49 AM UTC
The first time I actually saw him
My heart raced.
Then it was a date
Then it was a trip
Emotional abuse became my potion
The first time I saw him
He was just another guy
That guy told me it was nice meeting me
He thought that was goodbye
Then he saw me again
He told me he would never like me.
He said no three times in one sentence
Now he smiles and looks or my eyes in full rooms
Says be safe, and long time..... like he cares.
My ego reminds me he said no
The first time I saw him
He was just another guy
Then we argued a lot
Then he started saying things like I'm his half
That I'm the love of his life
Talking about babies and ***
But he touches me and all my senses are awakened
He holds my hand and it fits perfectly and when I try pulling away,
he holds it down tighter
Yesterday he used my phone to text himself
He said I love you so much
He has shown it.....
He has never said it though
For me to believe it, I need to hear it too.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
You were my drug, the first toxin that I can ever touch.
You were my ecstasy that once sent me over the clouds.
You were my puzzle that I have to fix & break.
You were my maze, had to find my way out and discover the pain.
You were the shimmer that went gloomy when the
marigold sun struck in.
You were the smile that faded when some gleeful
music comes playing in.
You were the unpleasant scent of flowers when they perish under their petal skin and lastly, you were my foremost and last kiss, when you were still lively and keen when we were sixteen.
All of these are my rotten wishes, lulled and attached to the bottom of my pale and weakened heart. Nobody has any idea how colorless I have become when you left me dying, pleading, suffocating─for the sake of our deep altruism. Yes, it's correct, I had been in a euphoric bliss level when both of our unclad bodies were still unbothered and interlocked. And now that you're gone, your unutterable charisma is no longer to be seen and felt, I have no choice but to live with the memory of you and all of these silly, plausible illusory contours that can keep my head afloat.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
He doesn't even know me yet
But has made up his mind
He said she is smart
She is **** and fine
Or not **** but beautiful in a simple way
I do nothing simple
And he thinks my brain waves delay
At a rate of 2.0
But really I'm like 4.3
But my grades, above average
Don't project who I be
He's already made up his mind
I'm cute plus the bag of chips
My personality takes me over the top
But I'm not simply gorgeous
Like that other girl is
I'm a lot of confusion
And disaster in my wake
I'm oceans rolling waves
Instead of calm waters of a lake
And really it's a shame
That he's made up his mind
one if us could be the one
How silly, I'm no prize
But while he's still deciding
On what one might be best
I'll be gone.
Another one bites the dust
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC