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Yearning for real love, but stuck with a lack thereof. I don’t want a love that’s fleeting I don’t want a love that requires retreating I want a love that feels freeing And that’s not trapped within four walls and the ceiling. I want a love that’s accepting of me Not just trapped in unkempt sheets I want a love that’s deep and lasting Not built on the surface through empty action. I am not sure we know what the true meaning of love is anymore. Only encounters left at apartment doors. So, I will stay dreaming of such a love that I crave so much.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
Yearning for real love.
what’s your name again / does it even matter / please don’t follow my social media after this / I don’t want to ever see you again anyway, so why would I / why’s that / what does it even matter / you texted me first remember / let’s not get pedantic / I wasn’t being pedantic / you were / stop talking you’re ruining it / oh I’m ruining it / just take your clothes off / can’t we talk first / no you always ruin it when you talk, i preferred it when you were too scared of me to speak / why did you ask me over then, if you hate me so much / just stop talking please instant gratification, brief euphoria, taking 23 trips to heaven, over and over, eyes closed, forgetting you’re even in the room, i like it better that way alone, but you look so pretty like this please don’t say it. don’t say it. literally, I’m being serious, don’t be that person, keep in it your brain, you’re just high as **** on pheromones (stupid pheromones), none of this is real, i thought you wanted to escape, not to be yourself, oh god, whatever you do, just don’t be yourself I love you. **** Did I just say that out loud?
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
two boys at 2am
Surrendering in her alluring ways I sing the tuneful serenades Seemingly melting our souls fused In her desire I got absorbed, amused I lost myself in a bewitched gaze Attending to her ********** on my bed Like the flowers that bloom in spring Setting our bodies afire in a fling In pursuit to fill my perpetual void Can't help but ponder what's flawed Spontaneous in deceit to solidity Yearning to earn sentient solidarity
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
Sentient Yearning