justmywrites

[justmywrites]

And i vomit metaphors onto paper instead of into the toilet and i carve our initials into trees instead of into my skin.

—is this recovery?

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How are you so pretty??

Omg you’re so sweet🥰

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Ask me stuff I’m bored

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its 10 pm on a monday night and everything seem’s… just right, you’re next to me sleeping as peaceful as can be, and i’m watching your chest go up and down rhythmically. Your voice is like a song I don’t ever want to forget and your heart beat plays melodies that put me to sleep. Your kisses cure my worries, and your hugs make me feel alive again, I just want to thank you, my friend.

I came across some old poetry

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Love isn’t butterflies every single day waiting to see you next, it’s not sweaty palms, or rehearsed texts. It’s not overthinking, or anything you’d ever imagine. It’s the ‘see you later’ kisses, the goodnight kisses, the texts that are simple, the questions about your day, it’s caring for someone as much as you care for yourself and putting their well-being and health a priority. It’s comforting them when they’re sick, making them tea, getting soup. Loving someone is putting your fears aside because they make everything seem okay. They make you feel safe, love is having a best friend, a food partner, a lover, a drinking buddy, someone whos eyes you can meet in a crowded room, but most of all, above anything else; love is having someone there for you, who supports you, and makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.

I’ve found love with you.

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It’s the little things that matter. Not the material things, not the perfectly captured Instagram picture, it’s not the planned double dates. It’s getting water for you when you ask even though you can do it yourself, it’s changing your tires at 2 AM because there’s a nail in it, it’s showing you love and support when you feel like you’ve hit rock bottom. It’s not feeling like you found Home in a person, but you’ve finally found a person you want to be home with.

I’m finally home with you

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If you were capable of building a time machine, what would you do with that skill set?

This is a super interesting question, I don’t think I’d do anything with that skill set, I wouldn’t change anything that’s happened because I feel as though throughout life you go thru things to make you learn for the future :)

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Ask me questions!

It’s one AM and I’m super bored and not tired so ask me whatever y'all want for the next couple hours and I’ll answer them all!

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1,2,12,21

Is there a boy/girl in your life? Heck ya he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me

Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? NopeWho was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? Old boss If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? Heck ya I would, but I'm young & I can wait patiently for my time to come with my man <3

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Depression is wanting to sleep all day even though you slept 12 hours throughout the night. It's not wanting to move to get up to brush your hair or take a shower because it'll take too much energy. It's feeling like you're not good enough--for anything, like you're losing at everything. It's crying over something minuscule, it's going a whole day and forgetting to eat, and it's not fucking romantic, it's mumbling when you talk because you feel like nobody is going to listen anyway, it's not fucking romantic.

Stop romanticizing sadness

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My heart hurts

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He is beautiful, in everything he says and does. And I love him more than the sun loves the moon, more than the sand loves the sea.

Please don't ever break my heart

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I used to hate writing about love; it wasn’t something that ever came easy to me… it wasn’t “raw”. But then you came along…You showed me love isn’t only raw; that it’s passionate, it’s not always butterflies, it’s not rainbows and perfection. It’s stupid inside jokes, and kisses at 2am, and staying up late because I’m afraid of the dark… dear God you showed me that love is the easiest thing to write about.

I don’t ever want to write about heartbreak again.

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He's so beautiful, normally you don't write about men as being 'beautiful' but that's exactly what he is. He has a heart of gold and a smile like no other; he's the type of man that you bring home to your family and they tell you "don't let this one go". He's the type of man you fantasize about growing old with, having a home, a family, he's the type of man that makes anywhere feel like home because of the love that you share. It's the type of love you read about in books, or see in movies, and I'm so in love with him. He's the type of man you write poems about, the type of man you can compare to almost anything and when writing about him the words just spill out, there's no thought to it. His smile lights up a room, his laugh is like music to your ears.

I just want all of you, forever.

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I feel like I'm enough when I'm with him

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He is sleeping right now And between his breaths I count a thousand lives And with each one I fall in love with him Over And over Between each breath Through each hurdle I have loved him, And I will love him... Forever

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I just want to shed my skin Rid the feeling you've left upon me. They say it takes 7 years For your skin cells to regenerate But right now I just want to tear my skin Off of my body. To be touched without consent Now that's something. My body is a temple, it is my home, it is where my heart rests protected by my bones. My body is something I am supposed to keep close and protect and keep safe, but how am I supposed to keep it safe when monsters like you are roaming away. How am I supposed to say "hey no don't do that that's not okay" when every word out of my mouth doesn't make a difference, you don't care what I say. My body is my home, And you were like a storm, ripping through my gates and intruding without knocking.

This was written almost a year ago. I hope you listen next time someone says no.