#rawlove - Hello Poetry

Heart beating, short of breath. I wake up alone and wonder: What would life be like without you by my side? The fear of losing you leaves me choked up inside, but I'm doing my best to cast those feelings aside. It's taken me so long to open my eyes, a long journey marred by mistakes, one after another. It's taken me so long just to let my guard down and try. Sick and tired of building up walls, I'm simply tired of losing it all. I'll do everything in my power to save myself from the fall, just to spend one more night with you by my side.

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Mar 30, 2025

Mar 30, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC

joshua-phelps

the fear of losing you

Heart beating, short of breath. I wake up alone and wonder: What would life be like without you by my side? The fear of losing you leaves me choked up inside, but I'm doing my best to cast those feelings aside. It's taken me so long to open my eyes, a long journey marred by mistakes, one after another. It's taken me so long just to let my guard down and try. Sick and tired of building up walls, I'm simply tired of losing it all. I'll do everything in my power to save myself from the fall, just to spend one more night with you by my side.

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What fuels us is much different then what humans need. We need emotions, chemicals, and lust. Zero fuels Steven, Terry fuels Raven; always matching exactly the same but polar opposites not just inside but outside as well, where I am weak you are strong. My knight in dull armor, my prince without the charming, my king without his throne. I will become your throne I will learn you and teach you. Accept without judgement, love unconditionally for all of eternity, i is you is we. For every cut you receive the blood will come from me. Every victory you receive I will be there to claim you, my prize. For every drum of your heart blood courses through me every jump you take I will falter so you come across unscathed. Every push you encounter I will pull you the right way. My perfectly imperfect, my unflawed mistake. My solid ocean your grassy plains with wheat whipping in the wind. When you’re my yellow eyes demon; when black runs your veins I can still see the love buried in your soul for me. In this life and every other you will always be my eternal fire driving me through in my darkest nightmares, the light at the end of my darkest paths, the one to always catch me diving off this cliff , to hold me when I am at my most evil. The angel to my fallen.

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May 5, 2019

May 5, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC

MaddieRea

When the Ink Runs Deep

What fuels us is much different then what humans need. We need emotions, chemicals, and lust. Zero fuels Steven, Terry fuels Raven; always matching exactly the same but polar opposites not just inside but outside as well, where I am weak you are strong. My knight in dull armor, my prince without the charming, my king without his throne. I will become your throne I will learn you and teach you. Accept without judgement, love unconditionally for all of eternity, i is you is we. For every cut you receive the blood will come from me. Every victory you receive I will be there to claim you, my prize. For every drum of your heart blood courses through me every jump you take I will falter so you come across unscathed. Every push you encounter I will pull you the right way. My perfectly imperfect, my unflawed mistake. My solid ocean your grassy plains with wheat whipping in the wind. When you’re my yellow eyes demon; when black runs your veins I can still see the love buried in your soul for me. In this life and every other you will always be my eternal fire driving me through in my darkest nightmares, the light at the end of my darkest paths, the one to always catch me diving off this cliff , to hold me when I am at my most evil. The angel to my fallen.

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A choice. Was it right? A journey of emotions, Sometimes a stuggle to live by- But it was OUR choice, For the struggle gave us strength, And we grew to know and still know, our choice, To love? is LOVE For once, the right choice.

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Nov 4, 2015

Nov 4, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC

amashi-de-mel

The Choice

A choice. Was it right? A journey of emotions, Sometimes a stuggle to live by- But it was OUR choice, For the struggle gave us strength, And we grew to know and still know, our choice, To love? is LOVE For once, the right choice.

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