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messydoe · 2 years
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...then all of a sudden,
every song,
poetry,
and inch of my being is all about him.
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messydoe · 2 years
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he was the sun from the eyes
of she who reveled in July's heat.
the sun that kissed her skin,
but smoldered everyone else's.
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messydoe · 2 years
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it wasn't the squandered love she regrets.
it was her willful ignorance of the fact
that he was the perfect amount of heartache
for her
to abandon
love.
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messydoe · 2 years
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she embodies my perfect Friday night
that night of hedonistic pleasure
something I was certain would result in a hangover
nonetheless, I decided to indulge in
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messydoe · 3 years
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lamguages of love differ, but none of them should hurt.
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messydoe · 3 years
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he was fascinated as to the depth of my love for him, but i was bereft of the perfect words.
so i said,
"it was as if the entire world could burst into flames, and my heart would still burn brighter."
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messydoe · 3 years
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it was heartbreaking, the change.
the walls of this house were once reassuring, not constraining
the bed i used to spend my nights in, dreaming, had been sullied by tears
this little space that i call home was serene, warm, and solacing once upon a time
until the rhythm of peace was shattered
and now, every little thing in this little space loomed around like a threat; a menace to my distressed soul.
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messydoe · 3 years
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in between her discussions, my teacher would give brief talks on the distinctions between "may" and "can."
both auxiliary verbs, one for permit or possibility, the other for ability.
you can leave, but you may not.
i may forgive, but i cannot.
i may forget, i just cannot.
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messydoe · 3 years
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dear world,
I yearn for your balminess, for the serenity you may offer, for the rainbows and sunshines you hold, and for every flower garden you own.
sincerely,
she who grew up in a home
ruled with an iron fist and
a leather belt.
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messydoe · 3 years
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i wish it were as simple to love you as it is to say that I love you.
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messydoe · 3 years
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cupid, whose job was to shoot arrows into people's hearts and make them fall inlove, succeeded in his attack on me.
and perhaps, that's why it hurts this bad. and arrow bitterly pierced my heart, and that was the moment i knew..i was inlove.
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messydoe · 3 years
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there is nothing more hypocritical than her crooked, treacherous heart.
her heart that vowed to never again be besotted in the morning, then grew intoxicated at night and senselessly chased again.
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messydoe · 3 years
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she'd been told that if she wants to gain something, she ought to lose something.
so she swallowed her dignity, and threw away her pride, just so she could have the world in her clutches.
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messydoe · 3 years
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in my heart, i hold
a different reality
in which i could look at you
and easily say you are
everything
i've ever wanted.
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messydoe · 3 years
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it's like my heart loved his entirety
disregarding what my eyes see, and what my mind says.
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messydoe · 3 years
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it's not about what is left,
but what is lost.
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messydoe · 3 years
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the reasons to stay are fading,
and the desire to leave is growing.
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