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i told you "good night, i love you". yet i am not sleeping. i am listening to the stars sing a song a note for every time i have thought of your fair, blush-drunk skin and sweet, tender soul melting and mixing with mine at the brush of fabric and shoulders and loud laughter in a space too public. but i don't care. i don't think you do either. it might take four shots of ***** to feel that way again. but i only need to see you smile and i know next morning i'll have a lovestruck hangover and be changed for the next week. this is the reason why we should never, ever get married. unless this is simply what no one ever told me about real, raw, love that hits you like a train the cargo is sugar bleeding red roses and now i don't have to buy twelve at the store for nineteen ninety-nine. first autumn chill freezing my toes inside my shoes while i wait after knocking at your front door (we're going to the nice restaurant downtown.) waking up to a tornado warning at five AM and my first thought is if you're okay, opening the kitchen windows to the smell of fresh rain and you're texting me pictures of the rainbow. falling asleep at long last and at long last dreaming of you. the stars are singing a song and in my dream, curled up close next to you i am singing too.
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Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
song of stars
A couple of days and nights I acquired sadness and restlessly Anxiety always prevail I'm acting strange I'm longing for you Loneliness tearing me apart But i keep on chasing our memories One by one But when i see your bubbly face And heard your angelic voice I felt rejuvenated After being devastated
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
Anxiety
I love you. And I'm sorry. I am.
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
2:41 AM of a defeated Tuesday
Why is it that every word you speak I expect insults instead of compliments. Why do you show your love for me through angry hands, why can't you show me you love me by loving me rather than destroying me. I am scared of what is next. I am scared of how many more times your hands will be covering my mouth. I know you love me. But I also know you hate who I am. I love him but we are both victims. We cannot seem to control ourselves any longer. There is more hate filled touching than love filled. I have become your biggest pet peeve. I am the nagging in your ear. You will never admit this to me, but I am clever enough to see the hate you have for me by the lack of touch, the way your eyes don't glaze over when you look at me anymore. I keep trying to put you out of your misery of the burden that I have become. You won't let me. I am sorry I have become a chore. I never wanted to be the person you wanted the least.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
Bruises
You said it first Those words I was always afraid of You said it first And God it scared me to death I thought I was never enough I was never beautiful enough I never reached your level of class You were a bad boy And i was " that girl" The fact that you said those words first Is exactly why I could never repeat them But you had  me tangled in your Web That you woven so easily with the feelings you thought you had for me I was so caught up in those words I didn't realize you were slowly slipping from my grip I guess I was so afraid to love you That I didn't bother to hold you tighter I was so afraid that you loved me first That it made me believe you weren't honest now that you've slipped away from me God, how I wish I could've told you How I wish I told you I loved you How I wish I told you that you were exactly what I wanted, needed, yearned for How you made me feel  better How you made pain feel like joy And now that you've slipped away from me I only admit it to myself I loved you Wyatt , more than anything And it's because you loved me first Is why I didn't tell you I loved you Because you loved me first I didn't think you'd ever leave.
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
Dear Wyatt
School's over now... And I don't know how long I can go without seeing your face. Before I start to lose my mind, Wondering if you are spending your time with her. Getting drunk and partying every night. While I sit at home and imagine the two of us, Cuddling on the couch. Maybe watching a movie Or just simply talking. About anything and everything. But I don't think you are that kind of guy. You're the kind of guy, that if she's easy, you go for her. Even if she's been with how many other guys Just like you. And it makes me sad for you. Knowing that I could make you better. If only you knew that I could fix you. I'm almost done trying.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Not the Right Kind of Guy...