humansarenotalive

[humansarenotalive]

You hold this paper like a confession of the guilty under God's watch, isn't that story old now? I don't think she checked at all, my age should have been the topic of your fucking research, why not study me a little longer? I was 11 & 12 I didn't ask for that. I feel dirty because of you, but your touch never grased on me.

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'You can't become me', the last words he ever said to me 'and I can't become you' yet I don't think you tried to stop it, did you? You become what you want to and mold into them. My mold stays the same. You don't make me happy

'You don't make me a good person'

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Sometimes I wonder if he thinks about it

Thinks about the note, the tears the kisses or the way I say his name, but we all know from the way he holds me, whispers to me and touches my hair how much he would rather forget about it, yet I'm sat here my mind thinking about it, sometimes I wonder why he did that to me used such a hard tone and a hard hand, I wonder why I still am laying here wondering... thinking, consuming

'you have been blocked!'

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Felt silly, so I made this!!! Before people say that this is the same as a Spotify Playlist, I made that playlist sooo :3

Just look and watch him destroy himself

Ah, to be mortal

Is a blessing and a curse

How will you make your life 'different' from everyone else's?

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FELT THAT AS A ARTIST, POET, AND WRITER MAN

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Mi amor, ¿no ves que me estás rompiendo el corazón? Te quiero mucho. Mi corazón está a punto de estallar de amor por ti. Llámame loca pero necesito tu piel sobre la mía. Me marchito sin ti, una rosa sin pétalos. Sin agua, sin comida, sin sol me vuelvo nada cuando no estás aquí te necesito. Mi amor cuando me dices que te gusta tengo que ser fuerte y apoyarte, decirte que sé que te ama y que debes hablar más con él y cuando lo veo me da asco. Sé que mi lugar debería estar en el tuyo. Y cuando nos separamos por la noche, lloro sabiendo que él tiene tu corazón y no yo. Compartimos intercambios. Cartas de amor juntos, pero sé que solo será platónico. No podrías entender cuánto te amo. Te sentirías enfermo y disgustado por lo mucho que te amo. Mi mente no puede dejar de pensar en ti. Es un placer verte, querida, pero me estás rompiendo el corazón. Todas las noches hablas de él y me siento inútil sabiendo que siempre seré la segunda opción para tu amor, tal vez la tercera para siempre, la tercera rueda, aunque tengo mi propio amante, no lo amo. Te amo cariño y si sigues masticándome y escupiéndome con tus pequeñas afirmaciones, lloraré hasta dormir todas las noches pensando en ti, pienso tanto en ti que te enfermaré pensando en lo mucho que te amo. tú. Estoy obsesionado, lo sé. No puedo conseguir que mi mente deje de pensar en ti. Te amo Estoy esperando un mensaje tuyo En mi corazón, estoy esperando ese texto que dice "rompimos" Ese texto que dice "Estoy cansado" o incluso el Texto que dice "Estoy cansado" Ya no estoy seguro de a quién amo. Sólo quiero pasar la noche contigo. Quiero tenerte en mis brazos y en mi cama. Ahora, ¿ves mi amor? Pero no, estás ciego a mi amor. Estás ciego a mi obsesión por tu linda sonrisa y tu extraña risa. ¿Tengo que tener el destino que pasará a la historia como compañeros de cuarto? No porque la historia no entienda es simplemente porque tú nunca entendiste. Crees que la gente no necesita tratarte tan bien como yo, te trato como quiero que me trates, quiero que me ames como yo te amo, pero sé que eso nunca sucederá porque eres ciego. Para ver a quién amo de verdad, así que ten cuidado con mi corazón, cariño, es frágil.

My first poem is about obsession, so content warning

Side note I'm not glossing over obsession. I probably have minor obsession, so i struggle with it most days

Obsession should be taken seriously and not something to be romanticized at all, take it seriously and get help, I'm going to therapy, but it's hard to talk about, so I just write poems

So content warning I won't put a age range but be careful

It is originally in Spanish. I will repost the Spanish version!!

My love, can't you see you're breaking my heart? I love you a lot. My heart is about to burst with love for you. Call me crazy but I need your skin on mine. I wither without you, a rose without petals. Without water, without food, without sun I become nothing when you are not here I need you. My love, when you tell me that you like him, I have to be strong and support you, tell you that I know he loves you and that you should talk to him more and when I see it I feel disgusting. I know my place should be in yours. And when we part at night, I sob knowing that he has your heart and not me. We share exchanges. Love letters together, but I know it will only be platonic. You couldn't understand how much I love you. You would feel sick and disgusted at how much I love you. My mind can't stop thinking about you. It is a pleasure to see you, my dear, but you are breaking my heart. Every night you talk about him and I feel useless knowing that I will always be the second choice for your love, maybe the third forever, the third wheel, although I have my own lover, I don't love him. I love you darling and if you keep chewing me up and spitting me out with your little affirmations, I will cry myself to sleep every night thinking about you, I think about you so much that I will make you sick thinking about how much I love you. I'm obsessed, I know. I can't get my mind to stop thinking about you. I love you I'm waiting for a message from you In my heart, I'm waiting for that text that says 'we broke up' That text that says 'I'm tired' or even the Text that says 'I'm not sure who I love anymore' I just want to spend the night with you. I want to have you in my arms and in my bed. Now, do you see my love? But no, you are blind to my love. You are blind to my obsession with your cute smile and your strange laugh. Do I have to have the destiny that will go down in history as roommates? Not because history doesn't understand is simply because you never understood. You think people don't need to treat you as well as I do, I treat you how I want you to treat me, I want you to love me just like I love you, but I know that will never happen because you're blind. To see who I really love, so be careful with my heart, darling, it's fragile

[humansarenotalive]

My first poem is about obsession, so content warning

Side note I'm not glossing over obsession. I probably have minor obsession, so i struggle with it most days

Obsession should be taken seriously and not something to be romanticized at all, take it seriously and get help, I'm going to therapy, but it's hard to talk about, so I just write poems

So content warning I won't put a age range but be careful

It is originally in Spanish. I will repost the Spanish version!!

My love, can't you see you're breaking my heart? I love you a lot. My heart is about to burst with love for you. Call me crazy but I need your skin on mine. I wither without you, a rose without petals. Without water, without food, without sun I become nothing when you are not here I need you. My love, when you tell me that you like him, I have to be strong and support you, tell you that I know he loves you and that you should talk to him more and when I see it I feel disgusting. I know my place should be in yours. And when we part at night, I sob knowing that he has your heart and not me. We share exchanges. Love letters together, but I know it will only be platonic. You couldn't understand how much I love you. You would feel sick and disgusted at how much I love you. My mind can't stop thinking about you. It is a pleasure to see you, my dear, but you are breaking my heart. Every night you talk about him and I feel useless knowing that I will always be the second choice for your love, maybe the third forever, the third wheel, although I have my own lover, I don't love him. I love you darling and if you keep chewing me up and spitting me out with your little affirmations, I will cry myself to sleep every night thinking about you, I think about you so much that I will make you sick thinking about how much I love you. I'm obsessed, I know. I can't get my mind to stop thinking about you. I love you I'm waiting for a message from you In my heart, I'm waiting for that text that says 'we broke up' That text that says 'I'm tired' or even the Text that says 'I'm not sure who I love anymore' I just want to spend the night with you. I want to have you in my arms and in my bed. Now, do you see my love? But no, you are blind to my love. You are blind to my obsession with your cute smile and your strange laugh. Do I have to have the destiny that will go down in history as roommates? Not because history doesn't understand is simply because you never understood. You think people don't need to treat you as well as I do, I treat you how I want you to treat me, I want you to love me just like I love you, but I know that will never happen because you're blind. To see who I really love, so be careful with my heart, darling, it's fragile

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Hiii!! My main blog is @thispersonlovesmiku

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