#lovepatterns
He came clashing into my life.
With a crinkle in his eye, cursing like a sailor,
I hadn't met anyone quite like him.
So carefree, so unapologetic.
He took me out of my carefully crafted box,
burned all my inhibitions,
told me I was perfectly me,
and then tossed me aside like a toy he didn't want to play with.
Why do I always seem to want the men
who have never ventured to know the real me?
Begging them to accept me,
wanting them to stay.
However, my prophecy is that every man leaves.
Is it a curse or a blessing?
Am I saving my heart from a gruesome fate?
Or am I ripping myself apart, bit by bit?
Will I find a man who sees right through me?
Will I find a man who chooses to cherish me rather than upend my life?
Will I ever get to change my prophecy?
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC
How beautiful it is to feel every emotion in depth,
Yet how overwhelming life feels.
From a person who existed at the same time as me,
To someone from whom I wait for lingering looks.
The anticipation, pining, and desperate yearning.
The hidden smiles, touches in secrecy, and whispers in the dark.
They can't seem to hide the clandestine feelings.
"What are we?"
It is a question that haunts me in the middle of the night.
Everyone knows about us,
But do they know how much I yearn to hear his voice?
How tied I am to his emotions?
It is the worst men I like the most.
It is for the worst men I sacrifice my sanity the most.
Am I cursed to feel this way forever?
A ticking bomb before it explodes,
And all the pieces mark me for life.
However, all I can do is wait,
Enjoy the sunshine,
Sob in the dark.
The ruining of our relationship with time.
It is the only way I know men.
The same old prophecy repeats.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 10:22 PM UTC