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I wrote this poem a while ago but now I feel the need to share it🩷

The universe is so different, like it's telling me certain things and making me feel certain emotions; as time passes, my memories of us fade. I'm not as depressed about you as I used to be. I don't think of you as often anymore. I have a kind reminder to always remember you, but I slowly stopped paying attention to your name. As the thought of you slips my mind, I think of our most beautiful times together.

We were never meant to be friends in this universe, as i see it now. In this timeline, we were meant to be strangers. Two people who would cross paths once and never be seen again.

My tensions were never friendly. As far as I know now, I was in love with the idea of you. I thought I could fix you, as in my life I have felt like I could fix everyone and anyone I've met, but in reality I cannot fix everyone and anyone. I am good at that, but I never realized until I lost you that I needed to fix myself.

I'll write poems about you; I'll write my experience of you, my love for you, my friendships, but I'll never speak to you. It's better this way. For you and me, but I would like for myself to be away from you

Every time you touched me, I felt needed and wanted; your words were like sweet poison to me, but as of now, I wish I had never met you.

But again, you were a lesson.

A sweet and poisonous lesson to be learned

To my dearest Stranger

From: My lovely soul

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I wrote this Today, as many people don’t know I create and write poems or well whatever that’s comes to my mind. Today I decided to write something that is important to me, <3 I decided to post on here because well, nobody really knows me on here

I’ll write another post for context <3 thank you for reading

This song has also been blasting in my ear while I wrote this 🩷

Oh, god, how time has passed.

The leaves are finally changing their color.

The wind has blown heavier.

The air has finally gotten colder.

But our souls have gone farther away.

Our hands aren't as close anymore.

Our hearts are staggering away.

We've finally gotten rid of each other, like you said.

I've always found it astonishing how our souls become one.

And now they have become two

Every time I stare at the pink Minso lunch bag you've gifted me, I know you existed.

Every time I view black, I'm reminded of our existence.

Every time I see one-piece characters, my brain starts to remember

I'm now trying to forget your existence.

You were never good for my mental wellbeing, nor for each other.

The co-dependency of us, or being our own person

We have always pulled each other closer.

Gaining jealousy of each other if one decides to step into someone else's circle

Always by each other's side

Never on our own

But now I don't know how to be my own person.

You have shattered me; this isn't your fault, as I am also at fault.

Ive put you so high on my penastool.

I've excused and viewed an image of you for my own sake.

I was blinded by the version of you I've prayed for.

You were never gentle; you were rough.

You were never sweet; you were sour.

You were never mine; you were theirs.

Today I write stories of you, and tomorrow you'll be a person I grief.

Today I've decided to start a path of healing.

I'll be done missing you, and I'll be done loving you too.

But you're also a person I deeply cherish.

As you always amazed me

You always fought to be my friend.

You've taught me to stand up for myself.

For leaving an abusive man

For fighting for me

For protecting me

For saving me from death

I'll never forget those words you've once said to me.

As I cried on your full-size bed

As you held me into your arms

As I told you the truth of what that man did to me

I felt numb.

Wanting to die, but then you whispered

An oh so heartbreaking yet gentle whisper

“Please don't. What would I do without? I love you.”

Those words kept me alive, wanting to live another day.

I wish to not forget your existence.

hearing your voice

Viewing your name

Seeing your photos

It hurt me.

One day I'll get over this pain.

But for now I'll heal.

It'll be better for me.

I hope someday you'll heal too.

But for now, I'll pray for you.

I'll be done missing you, I promise.

But please let me mourn you a little longer.

Because I loved you so deeply.

And now I have to learn to be okay.

Without you by my side

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Your honour they're in love

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Best two Haikyuu ships, and I'm not hearing anyone out.

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saw this on tiktok, I'm going to cry myself to sleep now

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Knight Bokuto and her princess

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a setter must be in want of a spiker.

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The old married couple 😂

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are you a “libero chasing after their troublesome ace” son or “spiker that has their setter wrapped around their finger” daughter

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cinematic parallels

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"Can't two guys be just friends?" If they stop looking at each other like that then sure

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"Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic"

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late halloween post 👻🎃

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Bokuto: Akaashiiiii, can we go to a haunted house this year?

Akaashi: What’s wrong with the one we live in?

Bokuto: Wait- WHAT?!

Akaashi: Goodnight, Bokuto-san.

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Behold. All my Bokuaka art. I was feeling a very haikyuu way. So I thought I might as well upload all my old haikyuu art I made in 2022

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buck, bothered and bewildered!

(Their faces in this scene killed me, had to draw it)