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#deep love poems
hyouka-m · 1 year
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You are my muse,
who reminds me of sunset views
And ocean blues
You
My sole addiction.
You are the dream I wish to pursue
The only one I can’t refuse,
You
My sole obsession.
You are the one I didn’t choose
My fate, who I never want to lose
the place where hope and magic infuse
You
My sole exception.
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Because you deserve to get back just as much of the love you pour into the world.
k.b. // you do
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vielesundnichts · 4 months
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- reyna biddy
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poet4days · 1 month
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ardent-reflections · 10 months
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"I can only connect deeply or not at all."
Anais Nin
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valentina-poem · 1 year
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embeccy · 5 months
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"I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once."
- Haruki Murakami
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inkskinned · 1 year
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"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"
dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.
but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.
the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.
so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.
we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.
now leave us alone.
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ssinking · 8 months
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Thank you for letting me experience your love. Thank you for letting me share my love with you all those years ago. If there had to be anyone in this lifetime to hold that title of being my first love, I’m glad my soul chose you. The greatest gift you’ve ever given me, long ago, was showing me what love is supposed to feel like.
There will come a day where I won’t be able to recall your face. As the years pass by, my memory got foggy. Your voice has gone, followed by your laugh and then…your touch. You lingered until you eventually went away. A distant memory that I used to know. What can never fade is knowing that what I felt, what we shared, was real…and that I loved you. Even with age, I’m relieved to know that my body will remember what my mind will forget.
A decade later and yet, I am still protective over you and our story. I always will. You’ll always have a piece of my heart. Thank you for everything. I’ll go now. It’s time for me to let you go.
—A farewell to my first love
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ghenwasblog · 10 months
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"All roads lead to you, even those I took to forget you "
— Mahmoud Darwish
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hyouka-m · 1 year
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I love you with a love that is more than love,
With feelings that can’t be contained inside one heart,
The feelings that stretch out to the sky and well above.
I love you with a love that’s more than love,
my promises of treasuring you tying tighter knots everyday
These endless confessions and romantic tidings I deliver to you all day,
Yet, somehow it feels like not enough.
I love you with a love that’s more than love,
The inexplicable way you make me feel and unravel my heart,
It’s only you with your magic
cause the way you make me smile, no one else does.
-𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚊-𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛//
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If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.
k.b // by jerry flowers jr
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wordsbyjenpoetry · 3 months
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We can only be intimate when we share our vulnerability, our true nakedness.
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thestoryaboutyou · 6 months
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Here you are again. In my head. In my heart. In everything I do. Always there. But never with me.
Meins.
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poet4days · 1 month
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