#longdistancerelationship
your love in my life shines like rubies,
feeling so sweet like candies,
made me sing soft melodies.
distance may keep us physically apart
but all my fond feelings for you won't depart
because i know i'm always held close to your heart.
since you came, each day has been beautiful;
even mundane days are delightful
because in every second, you make me joyful.
a love like yours is a rare gem
even if we're miles apart, it's not a problem
we'll always be the perfect tandem.
Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 9:51 AM UTC
Reliving our memories while you make new ones-thousands of miles away.
Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 8:14 PM UTC
You never gave up on me
The butterflies never went away
Even after the years apart
We were finally drawn close
You guided me along
Gave me comfort
Even when we were apart
When we couldn't be together
I don't know why I love you
But I know we have a deeper connection
I've read that you know its real
When there's no explanation for love
I could never express my full feelings
It's too hard to say how or why
Just know that every time I'm with you
The butterflies remain
This may come across as cheesy
But I'm not sure how else to express this
It's like my world was in ruin and everything reversed
Falling in place
With you at the very center
This is the reason
I call you this
The very center
My sun
My star
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 3:34 PM UTC
If I shall sit alone again,
I will not think of
the wind as my companion,
for I always feel more
than the blow and touch it gives
that still i yield from afar
a less expelling air -
a warm and sensuous breath from thee.
And so for every time
I will sit alone,
pleasing is the wind that,
although from a different byland,
gets to indulge my insides
as if near we already are.
Here again I sit alone
not feeling so alone,
for I think now until close we come
the breeze that
gusts a tingling sense
is thy breath
that catches me.
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 11:09 PM UTC
"You signed up for this."
"You knew what you were getting into."
"You knew it was going to be hard.
So stop crying."
It is easier said than done.
When half my heart is gone.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
When I was younger, my mother used to ask me, “what do you know?”
Knowing that it was in a joking manner rather to discourage me,
I would simply reply with my palms facing the sky, “I don’t know.”
At 25 years old, if nothing else, I know this...
It’s that feeling when you’re about to ride your first rollercoaster- scared shitless & excited at the same time.
It’s constant indecisiveness... usually over what to eat.
It’s that tug on the arm you get when you get up from bed, as if vines from the comforter spat out out of fear of missing your presence.
It’s stepping on your shoelace and landing on your face simply because she walked by in that leopard print dress, looked at herself from every angle in the mirror, & had the audacity to ask, “No?”
Yet, all you could think is, “Oh, yes.”
At times, it’s a moment of silence while two souls dance in an electric space.
It’s having the patience to learn their love language so that you may speak it back to their soul more fluently.
It’s a forever gift & everything alike.
& I know every couple has their own version, so here’s what mine is like:
MY love is a monsterous game of “who loves who more” & we’re both clawing for that gold medal
MY love is distant, yet close. Lonely & cold in bed yet warm in heart knowing that I get at least wake up to an angel telling me to “win my day.”
MY love is drenching everything in my room with the cologne she bought me so that it may somehow seep into my pores so I could be a walking memory.
MY love is 5,291 unbearable miles across the Pacific.
Try $2,546.03 worth of 2 trips of a grand total of 64 days spent together out of nearly 2 years of being in a relationship.
MY love is getting a little under 3 hours a day of FACETIME & each second, yearning for more face to face time.
It’s saying, ***** a text.”
I’ll write a letter expressing how at times when I’m spiraling downwards, the song of her voice on repeat makes it all better.
MY love is snatching my voice box from my throat, smashing it into ink, writing an “I love you” message, stuffing it into a bottle, & tossing it out to sea so it’ll one day wash up on her shores...
Then she’ll read it and cherish that voicemail for the rest of her days.
And so... now I’m prepared to answer my mother’s question...
What do I know?
I know LOVE
& at times it shares the same address as PAIN...
I think it’s time to sit them both down
& have a little talk.
- a.r.Camm
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
You leaving by yourself,
And seeing someone leaves are the same,
I once believed,
Because all of my life,
I've been the one to leave,
Leave someone behind,
But now when a gloomy cloud of a departure,
Looms over my life,
And when it's me who is left,
To watch the departure this time,
It hits different,
Different because it's the same,
Sans the one who left
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC
just how many more skies
need to be fallen
for me to be able
breathing a life
that has you
by my side?
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
You are my wishing star
That I'm always wishing for
Reaching for you seems so far
Hoping you're here at my door
You turn darkness into dust
You shine brighter than anyone does
Why I fell for you so fast?
I hope that you'll be my last
Even we were apart
I thought of you
You'll always be in my heart
Wondering if you knew
I'll wait for my entire life
Just to see your endless light
Your colors are glowing day and night
You'll always be beautiful in my sight
I dont wish to have some
More money or fame
The truly I want to wish
That you'll still feel the same.
Yes you are my wishing star
You are my kind of fetish
No matter where you are
You'll always be the one I truly want to wish.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
Imagine someone there
I wake up in tears
Too pretty to be true
Without my fears
It's not real, you just lied
Disturbed by anger
My hopes collide
And my rhymes die
I'm giving up on this
It's unbearable
My love is too strong
Imagination cruel
Sea between us
And five countries
No touch or reality
Just fading images
Cruel pain killing me
I want to end this now
Shout out my lungs
But I don't know how
Plane flights
Are black holes
Gates to
Another universe
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
Sometimes love is funny
Sometimes you fall in love with someone too old,
Too young,
Too busy,
Too taken,
Or sometimes you fall in love with someone who's simply too far away
Someone who is so perfect,
Yet someone who always seems just out of reach
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC
Distance being longer in the darkness of night,
when moon started to brighting up the light.
I find myself twinkled to the dream ,
cheering the fantasies what we desired.
Grasping your hand and having tears on chicks,
what distance makes to us ,Yet we still live the dreams.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
It doesn't matter how far you are
I will still love you for you
Even if we aren't physically together
My feelings won't change
It will never fade
But what worries me is that
What if I'm the only one
That will keep on loving you
From a far
When you're out there
who knows
What you are doing
Loving someone one
Which is not me
The fear of you having someone else out there
Worries me
But regardless the situation
I will still love you
So i beg
Deep inside
That you will love me
Only me
Til the end of time
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
little paper cranes
hang in my mind
if you look close enough
you might even find
a new one appears
every single day
and for some reason
I don't know what to say
maybe just maybe
those little paper cranes
will fold into
little paper planes
to fly over the sea
and across country farms
to find their way
into your arms
because little paper cranes
hang in my mind
for you to one day search for
and for you to one day find
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
Even if the lands separates us,
or the seas tries to create gaps in mass.
Even if everyone makes a fuss,
you will always have my only trust.
You are the reason for my happiness,
why everything is not a mess,
I always miss your hug and caress,
this I will always confess.
Miles away but still connected,
without you I'll somehow be in dread.
Loving you still even if you fled,
you're the only one in my head.
The person behind my smiles and delight,
The person who lights all my darkest nights,
The reason why I write,
You, my love, my only light.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC
Lost is the girl
With a sorrowful smile
She waits for her love
A long and weary mile
He stole her heart
Before she'd ever seen
He'd be her king
And she'd be his queen
Though far away
She knows in her heart
A connection between them
Cannot be torn apart
Born to love him
All of her life
She awaits his return
With no grief or strife
Love will draw them near
And will see them to the end
Together they will be
Their distance, time will amend
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
I had a daydream that your lips tasted like marzipan,
Sweet and rich like almond, sugar,
After the thought I had to take a sip of water to cool myself down,
But then I thought,
Perhaps not marzipan,
Maybe more peppermint,
Sweet and hot,
Like taking a ball of fire into your mouth,
But somehow at once hot and ice cold,
And I have imagined you smell earthy, intense,
Like cedar or pine trees,
Like you have a forest under your skin.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
They were divided by the ocean
She tried to keep an update with him when he was sleeping
He tried to tell her his days when she was already dreaming
All because of a different destinations
Even when they physically away by the distance of 14952 kilometers
But their hearts still stuck together
Skins desperately wants to touch each other
Everyday just getting harder
Thousands of times they texted him/her “I Miss You”
It wasn’t enough to let out the pressures they have been through
Even if their eyes still can see each other via video call
They didn’t feel complete at all
Even if they can hear their voices from calling
They prefer to listen it directly
Even the sweetest dreams they have in their mind
Their little heart won’t be satisfied
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
Got an email from my girlfriend,
from where she was in France,
about how she’s been in Europe for a month now,
and about how fast the time had passed,
and I wanted to reply back,
that that’s exactly how life is,
one moment you’re in it,
the next minute it’s passing,
one moment you’re young,
and the next minute you’re old,
see it always seems like time passed to fast,
when it comes time to go,
but instead,
I decided there was no reason to,
she’ll find out soon enough,
but for now she’s young and should be having fun,
out having the time of her life,
doing whatever it is she wants to do,
so instead of telling her what I really felt,
I simply said, “See you soon.”…
∆ LaLux ∆
Colombia
2018
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
On our first date,
We walked around your town.
You told me that you would have held my hand,
if yours weren't busy.
Eventually you would have held it countless times
and as we walked around your town
with our fingers intertwined
I always looked at the shop windows.
Not because I was interested in what was exposed:
I looked at us.
I looked at how good we looked together.
I saw glimpses of the beauty you often attributed me,
the one I've always denied.
Now that I walk around my town, alone, I understand.
You were my beauty.
You were the most stunning feature of my smile.
Your hand, wrapped around mine, was the warmest glove.
I look at the shopping windows, palms stuck in my pocket.
You're not here anymore to complain about my cold touch,
Your blue eyes can't pierce my mind from where you are.
Staring at your face while you slept, heavy on my chest,
is my favourite memory.
Minutes passed by as I counted your eyelashes
and every single hair of your beard.
I looked at the straight line of your little nose
as it turned into your beautiful lips,
slightly opened as you snored softly.
I loved every part of you,
even your eczema.
We said it wouldn't be easy,
to love each other from different parts of the world.
It is hard indeed,
It's like running with one leg.
But as long as I know I'll walk around your town again, someday,
I can take it.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
” The freshness is gone the interest is lost
We portray love just for facebook post.
The madness decreases, the excitement reduces
Laden with chore our love ceases
The sparkle fades and then
We see the darker shades
Eating together,sleeping together
Still isn’t there a silent war???
This is the person I still adore
But somewhere deep I feel
“We don’t talk anymore???”
And here to describe our current situation in the relation I penned down a few words:
We stay miles apart
And you ask if it doesn’t hurt
The agony of missing
The excitement of meeting
Feeling ambivalent
But that’s how it was meant..
The freshness, the madness
The smiles on our face
The gifts the surprises
And our love never ceases
We understand the worth
Only when we are away
And then we look forth
For every passing day..
I cannot see your face
I cannot hear your voice
Then the phone rings
And our hearts make this noise
We tease each other
About having an another,
Enchants of our past
Mysteries of the future
We never fail to pour our emotion
And that’s when we feel we had “The Conversation”
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
What we have become is
'easier than'
Easier than fighting,
easier than being alone,
easier than starting fresh with someone new.
What if the only reason we're seeing this through
is some twisted form of convenience?
Some roundabout portrayal of what's easier than
staying home alone in our rooms.
Months and Years of preparation, dashed in an instant
through a letter, one Form or another.
We keep trying to pick up the pieces
because it's easier than looking into each others' eyes
and admitting we just don't work anymore,
if we ever worked in the first place.
The longer I stay in this dark place
the less likely the latter seems, if I'm honest.
I want this to happen.
It'd be easier than being without you.
Would it?
Would it really?
Or would it just be easier than starting over?
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:09 AM UTC
This screen, bright with frustration, draws-
with careful precision-
the shape of your face.
It must grow tired, as I do,
of creating this image.
How can I know that you are real
when I have never touched your face?
Bitterness for a system long corrupt grows within me.
I am full to bursting with love and fury.
These complications breed more dissatisfaction.
Afraid of travel, afraid of people.
Stuck in a seemingly unending loop of legality
for crimes forgiven long ago.
How many moons more must I wait
to hold your hand in mine?
Eight years.
Long, empty time laughs cruelly at our labors
as we struggle to hold together a friendship
(now a bloomed and wilting relationship)
that we once held above all else.
My love for you is unending, a thing of faerie tale,
but I find my patience lacking.
I have waited and I have yearned for you.
I have tried, to no avail, to leave you behind me-
instead, I was greeted with the haunting realization that
nothing compares to you.
No man, no woman, no circle of peers,
can provide for me the things you offer.
I know you feel the same,
though a mix of dread and delusion prevent you from showing me
in the way I need so desperately to be shown.
I know that you, too, feel this pain.
Seamless, ceaseless pixels bring me your countenance,
now weathered with sadness and age.
Once upon a time, I thanked them.
Now, I throw curse upon curse;
hurling all my animosity at those things that carry you to me
in the only form I've ever known.
"I've been living so long with my pictures of you that
I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel."
If I cannot feel your hand, cold in mine-
If I can't smell your hair
or feel your chest drenched with those happy tears of
At Last!,
do you really exist at all?
Mercilessly, cruelly, are we brought before our judge,
The Test of Time.
Eight years; is it wasted?
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
Pain disfigures into numbness in the silence that screams at me
like so many crazed thoughts.
A heated state cools into quiet resentment.
Regardless of how I feel, how you do,
this night has changed us irreparably.
How can you say these things are equal?
Where do you get off?
Your half-sung apologies fall heavy on deaf ears.
Can you feel me ignoring you?
You think I let you down?
I needed to do something with my hands.
You
have shown to me
the inconsistency of love.
Nothing is unconditional.
If it were, I wouldn't even be here fighting with you.
Those words, also labile,
were the truth in the moment,
regardless of tomorrow.
I may love you,
but I hated you then.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC