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imagine !0!

After what felt like years of convincing, your friends had finally dragged you (literally,,,) to the so-called, 'party of the century'. You wouldn't exactly describe yourself as the type, but apparently they would be there. That obviously wasn't the entire reason you were going, you just, suddenly felt the urge to become a party person. You could do that, just for one night at least. How hard could it be?

Well, evidently, you had come to regret that sentiment. Were they really worth you getting all dressed up? What were the odds you'd even see them anyways? It's not like you had a plan either, you knew that step one was 'get dressed and look good', that's always how it goes in movies, but then what? They're supposed to be magically drawn to this hot, new, confident aura you're exuding? This was a stupid idea, you realise, far too late, as you stand in front of a door that looked almost as if it were about to fall off its hinges. It was practically pulsating from the strobing lights and deafening music coming from within, and you wondered if coming tonight was a decision made by your better judgement. It was not.

"Come on! It's gonna be fun, let's go already!"

Before you could consider turning around, you were quickly whisked inside by your friend grabbing you by the arm and yanking you into this booze-filled sweathole from hell. It seemed that every corner you turned, you ran the risk of crashing into stumbling idiots or drunk couples aggressively making out against a nearby wall. Your mind began to wander as you watched the closest couple, their hands roaming across each other, tearing away at each others clothes engulfed in nothing else in the world aside from bodies, their passion and the momentary escape from-

"Hey."

Your eyes are torn from the lovers entwined. You knew that voice. This was seriously cliche, wasn't it? You look up, and make eye contact with them. The stupid grin that never could be quite wiped off their smug face, the annoying way they'd look down at you wordlessly, but the expression telling you everything you needed to know. You looked up, and knew you wanted nothing more than to whack them across the face just to get them to stop smirking at you. But by God, what a face to whack. Before you could raise your hands, or even open your mouth to attempt a retort, you felt cool skin against yours and a hand cup the back of your neck. Widening your eyes at the sudden movement, you glance down at their chest, pressed against yours, before looking up to meet their eyes, staring into your own.

"This isn't your scene."

You look sideways, avoiding eye contact.

"I saw you watching Romeo and Juliet over there too. You only came here for one reason, didn't you?"

They tilt their head expectantly, yet again, you stare anywhere but at them. God.

"Yes, or no?"

They whisper into your ear, and you run through every possible scenario you had imagined this night going. This one seemed like a pretty good alternative to the hellish one you had expected, filled with drunks and wanting to leave yet having to follow around your friends all night. Though, if you went with them, it'd mean giving in. Did you really want to give them the satisfaction of knowing you would so easily just run off with them? That they were well and truly the only reason you were here? Provided they hadn't already figured that out for sure, but you doubted it based on this. Pulling this stunt, in a crowd, where people could see? They knew you wanted them, and you knew you couldn't deny it. You always had to go for the cocky ones, huh.

You look up at them, finally locking eyes, and nod.

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a cat, a rat, and a very thinly veiled metaphor

she was a sad little cat, destined to never leave home. merely watching from the sidelines, forever alone.

one day a glimmer of hope arrived, to save her from her sorrow. a shooting star danced across the sky, and disappeared into the morrow.

she wished for a friend, one for whom she could care. with a little pink nose, and fuzzy white hair.

wouldn't you know it, that very next day. a new friend was here, and ready to play.

her eyes widened as she saw them, and she leapt from where she sat. just to bite her new friends head right off, that poor fucking rat.

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smashing down walls (with fists)

maybe its the way she drives me up the fucking wall, maybe its the way she pulls me right back in again, maybe its the way id drive all the way up to her, the second she wants me, just say where and when.

its the way im supposed to be good with my words, yet, if im with her they dont sound so clever, its the way she probably thinks im a fool with a pen, yet, i swear my love, my feelings are clearer than ever.

another reason is the fact i wrote this for you, and it didnt take me more than a second to know how i felt, apart from getting the words to make sense, that took me fucking forever, and perfecting shit from the syllables to how its all goddamn spelt.

because despite all the flaws, the mess and the rest, one thing about this is clear, it’s all written for you, i promise the effort is there, you can’t say i didn’t try, my dear.

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i love him,

perhaps.

would it be so bad?

so i’ve heard. 

this should rhyme,

shouldn’t it?

i’m doing this wrong too.

aren’t we all?

this isnt poetic,

there is no meaning.

i just love him.

and there isn’t reason for that either.

i can go back and fix this poem,

correct the lack of rhyme and phrase,

but i can’t stop loving him.

i wish i could.

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imagine ~(kinda)~!

i want to write poetry and little love notes but nooooooo apparently you people only read imagines and fanfiction and no one likes cool rhyming words anymore so anyways You stare at them from across the room, your eyes meeting halfway,

You can’t quite remember how you got here, but you know you’re gonna stay.

While the music plays and sensibilities' gone, 

You just keep staring, you can't seem to move on.

Their eyes won’t leave you, but they turn and they lurk, 

Love of your life, but they’re a real piece of work.

You keep you words to yourself, because what would you say, 

Haven’t spoken in months, coulda liked it better that way.

You think it’s not worth it, they’d have come if they cared,

As you’ve thought it, they’ve grabbed you, and you’re suddenly snared,

You know you gotta go home, morning’s creeping in,

But they’re here now, so fuck it, night’s about to begin. 

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imagine ~!~

You felt a fluttering in your stomach, almost like it was full of butterflies as you saw them. You weren’t sure if it was the way they smiled at you as you greeted at them at the door, or the way they leaned against it as you hurried to grab your phone. 

Maybe it was the way they wrapped their arm around you the second you left the house, pulling you closer to feel your warmth. It could have been the laugh you’ve come to love, and the way they throw their head back every time. You were one of the only few to see that laugh, raw and genuine. They knew it and you did too. 

It could have been the way that they didn’t need you to say you were cold, they just saw the slightest shiver and gave your their coat, no questions asked. Maybe it was the way your hands felt in each others, so perfectly intertwined, almost like puzzle pieces, that you just knew you were meant to be together.

The way they leaned in and smirked before they kissed you could have been it. Or the way they cupped the back of your head every time. The sweet nothings whispered into your ear afterward. Perhaps the closeness you couldn’t deny, even before you were ‘official’. 

Maybe it was that after all this, they’d still pull you in for a hug late at night on the couch. That they’d never, ever get tired of you, even after a long day. It might have been the fact that they wouldn’t let either of you go to sleep angry, that no matter how long it took you would sort everything out. It could be anything.

Maybe it was all of these combined, that made you so sure you loved them. 

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crawling back to you

when the streets are all empty,

the evening's long gone

called you 17 times tonight,

i know its all wrong

should have forgotten our tale a long time ago,

but you just cant seem to set me free

this chapter isnt quite over yet my dear,

im still waiting on you and me

ill let them call me a homewrecker, attention seeking lowly little thing,

as long as you'll still be there once its all through

you'll find me drunk on your driveway, with 18 missed calls on your phone

always crawling back to you

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The more time we spent together

The more obvious it was that we had a connection

One of those rare, unnameable sparks

With such an organic flow

We wanted all of the same things

But he continued to hold me at arm’s length

Under the disguise of protection

Like he wanted me close and far away at the same time

And to this day…

I still can’t understand why

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imagine ~ *✰*~

Wind blows against your face as you pace down the street. It’s 1am, and everywhere is empty except the bars that scream with drunks and music. Your tears from your fight with them last night have long dried, but you don’t want to go back. You keep walking, focused to clear your head, when you notice a shadow illuminated by the streetlights. You try not to panic, but you keep watching as it gradually gets close. You can almost feel the hot breath against your neck as a voice calls out to you. A man grabs your shoulder with a drunken smirk and tries to pull you closer to him. 

“Hey, what’s a pretty thing like you doing out all alone? Cmon, I’ll show you a real good time..” He’s slurring his words as you pry his hand off you and try to keep walking, but he grabs you again, harder this time. He isn’t smiling anymore. Cursing under his breath, he pulls you in again but before he can even start another sentence, a hand punch knocks him into the concrete. You look up to see them flexing their hand, knuckles red. Without a word, they pull you close to them and run their hands through your hair. “Are we gonna do anything about him?” You whisper, staring at the unconscious man on the ground.  “I could finish the job?” They grin, before meeting your eye and shrugging. “He got what he deserved. Let’s just go home, hm?” 

With a sigh and a smile, you take their hand in yours and leave. 

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imagine ~ ♡ ~

You stand against a wall, staring at them from across the room. You hear them laugh, a sound you’ve come to love. Their stupid smile, the way they throw their head back when they can’t stop. You look over, and your heart sinks. They’re surrounded by girls, so you softly exhale and begin to turn away. Stupid, you think to yourself. You must have just romanticized nothing all over again. As you reach the door, you feel a hand grip your shoulder and turn you around.

“(Name)?”

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this is (not) a love poem

i will not write a love poem,

that's far too cliche. 

i will express this feeling,

just, some other way.

i will not sit by my desk,

thinking purely of you.

while writing these dreams upon paper,

it simply wouldn’t do.

i refuse to write you a love poem,

it just wouldn’t be fair.

words would do your periwinkle eyes no good,

they’d do no justice to your hair.

so there, i’ve said it,

no poem will suffice.

i’ll simply keep to myself about my lines for you,

and let my heart pay the price.

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him.

sometimes she wonders as she stares,

if he could have really been her own.

wishing she was in his arms instead,

when all that remains is the scent of his cologne.

you remember how you always joked about how bad it smelt,

sometimes you still do.

he always said one day a girl would fall for his scent,

you hated that it became true.

i want the best for him,

i want him to live and love and be free,

to laugh and kiss her without a care in the world other than his love,

i just fucking wish it were me.

(just a little poem thing, will get back on track with old content later - all got deleted)