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I dream of being loved. I dream of love that big that even my heart can't handle it, But Im worried. Im worried that this feeling isn't meant for me. My heart is always open for everybody, Like an ugly, scary shop open 24/7. I will always show love to everyone, Even to random people I met on the street. My destiny is to be a lover, not a loved one. It will be easier for me, If I come to terms with the fact I will walk through life alone. Not everyone deserves to be loved and maybe, Im one of this people. ~ER.

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Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

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Rati Saxena, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Mountain nights"

[Text ID: “Last night / there was a dream / And / In the dream? You / You / You / And / Only you”]

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It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

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I found all the letters you left

The ones you sent when times were better

I couldn’t help but read them again

And oh it hurt, the happy memories

The way you kissed the fine paper

Lipstick stains on the corner

Of the love we once knew

Now you’re gone, so far gone

After promising forever

I didn’t cry at all, only smiled

Despite the ache in my chest

It wasn’t a lie, I know

The love was real back then

I only wish you’d never promised tomorrow

When you could only see today

For I may be a poet

Telling the truth with lies

But every promise I ever made

Was promised on the stars

Could I say now I no longer love you?

That I no longer care?

No. I could never.

I found the letters, the ones you left

And I threw them all away

Not because I don’t love you anymore

A part of me always will

But I’ve moved on, written again

Left love notes in another heart

One who promised tomorrow

And walked with me through the dark

ⓒ Michael Greywood Poetry 2024

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i hope my absence gives you the peace my love apparently never could

- dee

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.’

[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]

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How I Got Home

Daffodils are lining fields; tulips are pushing through hardened soil as I watch every step, avoiding cracks in the cement. I heard melodies traveling on the clouds last night and I watched the sunset, brilliant and wild; I wondered if you saw the same sky.

I thought about the endless letters and how they rest, an effigy in a drawer next to my bed. And I thought about how far I have come yet I still cling to my fear of love and fascination with the dead.

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while I already watched his body decay

right in front of my eyes

I still tried to keep him alive

wasted every breath

to talk to the soulless body he got

and to beg the universe

to get him back to us

the one person I loved

the one I never thought would get lost

I had hope to call you mine forever

without even realizing

that the one you’ve been when we met

was long beneath the earth

just a rotting skeleton

laying there for months, nothing to preserve

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I dream but the night is still far, feel drained no matter how much I sleep

by laurenmaerie, tired thoughts

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Matter

The air is calm, quiet

as we sit beside each other,

Our arms, almost touching.

I can feel the warmth of your skin, smell

The sweetness of your perfume.

Your eyes are soft, 

Kind. 

You look at yourself.

Is that what I really look like?

I wish I could answer you.

I wish I knew how to write you well.

If only my words could wrap themselves around your heart,

Find a home in your tortured mind

Ease your doubts, your worries

Maybe then, just then

I could turn to you, and answer you confidently.

But even you know that 

no configuration of words and letters

Can ever be enough.

I wait for you to look at me and when you do,

For a moment, 

And I swear, for

A moment, I see adoration lingering 

behind the shadow of your eyes.

Maybe I’m just hallucinating.

Maybe it’s real.

But somehow,

I spend my days wondering how I 

Could possibly be so fond of

You.

So tell me you love me

Just one more time

So I can hear the echo of your

Laughter, 

ease myself into the

Vibrations of your voice.

Let me pretend that this is love, 

True,

Pure 

Love.

Let me pretend that this is the purest form

Of our truth, 

the only

Truth we will ever know.

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being in love with someone

who can never reciprocate

is like hurling down the road

in a four-wheeled metal coffin;

i have no choice but to face

a path to imminent oblivion.

"crash course."

d.b.a

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sometimes the futile battles are the only worth fighting

and the histories lost are the only worth writing

the burnt-out candle is still worth lighting

if the only things it illuminates are shadows.

and so I guess that's what I think of when I think of you

your heart so unfaithful and your mouth so untrue

and both of us lying under a sky so blue

before either of us had learned what love meant.

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I miss it

sometimes I think it’s fine

that I have no one

it’s enough to have friends and family

who love me

but in times with them

in good times

I find myself longing to tell someone

what a great day I had

I find myself about to go to sleep

in my best friend’s house

wanting to text someone good night so, so bad

wanting to tell them what we did today

wanting to tell them that I love them

I don’t know why

but I always find myself wanting this

when I am here

maybe because I want someone to care

someone to tell that I got there safely

someone to ask me if we had a fun day

and someone to pick me up from the train station

when I come back

without me even having to ask for it

someone who misses me

someone who’s genuinely interested

someone I can kiss afterwards

and tell them excitedly about my weekend

so often, when I was here, I had someone

to say good night to

a crush, a partner, or a friend

but now I just lay here

writing this text, feeling sad

and wondering if I am even worth it

am I worth a good night text?

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I never felt so much,

so many emotions

when someone was just present

in the same room

it feels like there is an almost burned out fire in me

and whenever you open the door

whenever you walk across the room

it instantly burns like hell for you

sending my world to doom

nothing in its way to stop it

the raging flames in me

are fueled by your energy

getting more and more intense

and only for you they’re meant

not able to be put out again

I never imagined the fire in me

would do more than just burn

that it gets so out of control that I have to run

you didn’t light me a little flame for warmth

you put my whole forrest on fire

and you continue to do the same

every damn day

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After the first day we hung out, he hugged me tight and later texted me how good his day was,

before I had the chance to do the same. 

After we met, he suggested going to a museum together.

He didn’t know that right before I knew him, I was desperately looking for someone willing to go to museums with me. 

I fell for him, and he fell for me; all these things just really felt like destiny to me, like we were meant to be. 

Who could’ve thought that a person I felt such an incredible bond with at the beginning would turn out to be the person that hurts me the most, by changing into the monster he is now. 

It still hurts like hell, even if I don’t want to admit it, because I thought he was the one, I hoped he would never go.