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@sandarafreedompark / Sade Andria Zabala / Unknown / @danielederossi / Kiki Nicole / Giovanni Gasparro / Trista Mateer / Anne Sexton / The Coral

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— Maggie Nelson, Bluets

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I keep dropping my love all over the place.

It’s become a tripping hazard,

but what else am I supposed to do?

My shakey hands can only hold so much

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First love, last chance

The first time you told me you loved me I believed you

If I did, why couldn’t you?

The first time I told you I love you, I didn’t know

But if you did, why couldn’t I?

The first time the pain came I felt it

You didn’t, but how could you?

The last time it hurt I couldn’t take it

Why should I, when no one could?

The last time you told me you loved me I hated it

How could you, when I didn’t?

The last time I told you I loved you I believed it

If I did, why couldn’t you?

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Alex Dimitrov, from “Living in Time” [ID in ALT]

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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

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If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling.

Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet, 1982

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Every time i kiss you all i think about is how much i’ll miss it when it’s over

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“It was a privilege to love you, and it was a privilege to let you go. Both helped shape me into the person I have become.”

— Beau Taplin

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There’s a lot of things I don’t understand in this world, and I never will, and I’m content with that. But when you told me you couldn’t lose me and then you let me go, I realized I had to understand every flaw I had, every choice I made that loosened your grip. I feel that since I’ve lost you I haven’t been, I could never again be, content. The harder I try to push you out of my heart the deeper I bury you inside. You’ve formed a permanent part of me and I fear if i ever took it out I would break apart. You’ve pierced your knife through me and the moment I draw it out my blood will run, my feelings will spill, and i’ll lay helpless, soaking in tears and misplaced love. I said i’ve never felt hate, but how can I now? When it’s so intertwined with love that even when evidently black and white all I see is in greyscale. It’ll never be the same, all my colour ran to you in a sad attempt to lure you back. I can’t look at the stars anymore without remembering how your eyes sparkled underneath them. I can’t walk over the bridge without being haunted by the taste of your lips. I can’t stop tears forming in my eyes when I see the colour blue.

God, when will it stop?

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When I kissed him, I felt like the main character in a movie

But when I kissed her, I felt like I wasn’t acting anymore.

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I’m jealous of the glass in your hand

It gets to touch your lips - and i don’t

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Trista Mateer, "Baggage", from Honeybee

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The inherent feminine pull towards evil... the urge to make that one significant choice that will unleash a series of unfortunate events upon everyone who has ever wronged you while you stand back and flash a sinister smile... my joker moment is near <3 all through love as always

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Is it a blessing or a curse? To care so deeply.

It’s an overflow of joy to see happiness on your loved ones face, yet it’s a wound more fatal than that of a knife when you see their eyes turned not towards you, but behind you. A love that goes through you, fills your heart to the point of breakage. It leaves you asking: Why has my love spilled all over the concrete floor?