chronicpoetry

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sorry i haven't read your fic yet it's been in my open tabs for 8 months

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idk how to flirt. Best I can do is stare at you lovingly with my brown eyes

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I don’t want casual I want you to eat me alive

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A Silent Echo

Your words, a hollow shell, a vacant sound,

No truth within, no anchor to be found.

A practiced lie, a fabricated art,

A shattered mirror, reflecting a broken heart.

Your voice, a whisper, a deceptive breeze,

Carrying only lies, meant to appease.

A tapestry of falsehoods, woven tight,

Leaving only darkness, in the fading light.

I see the mask, the carefully crafted guise,

A web of deceit, reflected in your eyes.

No genuine note, no honest, open plea,

Just a hollow echo, that haunts only me.

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I saw you with him and I saw you with her

and every shared laugh left my heart crumbling in silent despair.

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yes yes let me stare at your pictures and reject myself for you.

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The Space You Left

I talk to you like you never left,

like time forgot to steal your breath.

I tell you how my day went by,

and in the silence, you reply.

We dance where the moonlight spills,

your whisper lingers, soft but still.

I spin, I reach—but nothing stays,

just empty air and hollow days.

From afar, we shine like gentle light,

but close, we burn—too fierce, too bright.

A love too wild, a love too true,

now just a ghost I waltz into.

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— Amal El-Mohtar, from This Is How You Lose the Time War (via lunamonchtuna)

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it’s lonely in the march

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“why can’t you leave?”

i can’t…i don’t think there’s enough of me that’s left

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“You deserve to have poetries written about you.”

— chronicpoetry, Jan’25

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I dont want to fix eachother, little doll. i want to make us worse. i want to indulge our obsession until it suffocates us both. i want our entire lives devoted to nothing but eachother. i want to be so posssessive over one another we need matching scars, marks and tattoos. to be so clingy that even a second apart feels like an eternity.

i want to be consumed by one another, forever.

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Oh that two year gap on my resume was when I was the architect of my own hell

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“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine