#nostalgiac - Hello Poetry

Its late for you to be mine Its 2018 dear its not nine May this realtionship instigates The scattering of light in my life By the dust The dust that you thought my love to be. May this light makes me understand That LOVE RUINS... Still... Don't know why i love you...dear Raazh. I think... Its not that late for you to be mine.

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC

ady-adson

Its late

Its late for you to be mine Its 2018 dear its not nine May this realtionship instigates The scattering of light in my life By the dust The dust that you thought my love to be. May this light makes me understand That LOVE RUINS... Still... Don't know why i love you...dear Raazh. I think... Its not that late for you to be mine.

14

when we met i told you that i liked to spill my insides all over the paper and you told me that you liked to fix things. take them apart just to rebuild and i fell asleep thinking about if your brows scrunch together when you are fixing your mother's hard drive or if your tongue refuses to rest comfortably in your mouth when you are focusing. i never thought that you would break me apart and lay out my insides all over your bedroom floor just so you could try to fix me up with tape and glue and whispered sentiments but by the time i had figured it out you had already taken my voicebox placed it under your mattress like a trophy that you could pull out and show off to your friends.

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC

molecular

hearts and crafts

when we met i told you that i liked to spill my insides all over the paper and you told me that you liked to fix things. take them apart just to rebuild and i fell asleep thinking about if your brows scrunch together when you are fixing your mother's hard drive or if your tongue refuses to rest comfortably in your mouth when you are focusing. i never thought that you would break me apart and lay out my insides all over your bedroom floor just so you could try to fix me up with tape and glue and whispered sentiments but by the time i had figured it out you had already taken my voicebox placed it under your mattress like a trophy that you could pull out and show off to your friends.

25

a house is not a home a house is not a home a house is not a home a house is not a home until you paint the walls with your insides a house is where you can count 63 creaks of the bed in the room to your left on a night you cannot get out of your own head a home is where your skin mixes with the person below you until you cannot pull yourself apart without ripping yourself to shreds and you probably definitely love him, you tell yourself, and you count 47 creaks of your bed where is your head? he breathes into your neck and you look at his walls, painted with his insides, this is his home where is your home? you are vagabond, choosing to take bits of everyone else you have glued yourself to in order to keep yourself whole you use their late night whispers to build a temporary home but keep yourself far enough that you can sneak out the back door without the walls collapsing in on you (that happens after you are gone) does it hurt? your wallpaper is made up of other people's insides where did yours go?

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Mar 6, 2017

Mar 6, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC

molecular

nouns vs. verbs

a house is not a home a house is not a home a house is not a home a house is not a home until you paint the walls with your insides a house is where you can count 63 creaks of the bed in the room to your left on a night you cannot get out of your own head a home is where your skin mixes with the person below you until you cannot pull yourself apart without ripping yourself to shreds and you probably definitely love him, you tell yourself, and you count 47 creaks of your bed where is your head? he breathes into your neck and you look at his walls, painted with his insides, this is his home where is your home? you are vagabond, choosing to take bits of everyone else you have glued yourself to in order to keep yourself whole you use their late night whispers to build a temporary home but keep yourself far enough that you can sneak out the back door without the walls collapsing in on you (that happens after you are gone) does it hurt? your wallpaper is made up of other people's insides where did yours go?

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