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Come back.

I’ve tried to write about pink blooming flowers and violins playing About piano keys and feathery touches Dewy mornings and satin kisses, and the brush of sheets against pink skin But here’s to when it’s as simple as not getting a text back Here’s to bruised hearts and the modern day romances that create them To saying “fuck him” as you down that next shot because you’re still waiting for anything to validate you after he didn’t Here’s to going to that party just to stare into your blue screen because those three dots popped up To dancing all night just to have weak knees from something else Here’s to crying your heart out in the shower just to come out and put on his favorite jeans To turning down anyone else because one day it just might work Here’s to allowing him to be your weakness when you are not his

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FUCK this new wave, delicate, sensitive, sun shines out of my ass bitch that everyone is desperately trying so hard to cling too on Instagram these days. We all know that those “golden hour” selfies blinded tf out of you. We all know those “love my friends:) be kind to everyone! Plant mom!” Posts are sprinkled with shit talking and fake smiles and dead leaves. And you know what? That’s fine. It’s okay. It’s OK to not be that person because NO ONE is. It’s just so fucking contrived I can’t take it anymore

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Tbh FUCK you.

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Everyone I hate constantly tries to suck my dick but the second I have the slightest interest in someone they avoid me like the fucking plague

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I’m so fucking sick of holding shit back lmao

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I dont think I’ll ever stop missing you And maybe that’s okay Because I know I can feel And love And hurt But maybe I don’t want to let it go Because then I won’t be able to feel And love And hurt

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oh, to be a cartoon mafia boss with two dimwitted but loveable lackeys who, upon my cleverly insulting the protagonist, will say “nice one, boss,” and the second, in a slightly higher, more snivelly voice, will say “haha, yeeah, nice one boss!”

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I’m doing something so stupid I genuinely cannot stop myself

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If fate is real and paths do exist and we are supposed to walk down them, I just pray I didn’t stray too far from mine. I miss you. I will always love you. If our paths for some reason wind back into one another I will welcome it with open arms and weak knees. I pray for weak knees.

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You are the only person who’s ever touched me who truly knows who I am

And I miss you so fucking much

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I am straight up not over any part of it

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I am so beyond tired of this.

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The clouds keep fucking forming

lol

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“I’m not sure if you’ve felt me, or maybe seen a shadow around lately, but I wanted to let you know I started watering the plants on my windowsill again. I picked trash out of the river and fed the fish. It’s okay if your sun can’t be here right now, or if that tilt pulls it too close for your liking, I have lamps, and my little brown house glows all on its own now. I still have quite a bit to do, and I have quite a few more trips to make, but if your sun ever gets lonely, my home is always a place for it to shine it’s light.” - little excerpt of my latest poem

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