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[secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon]

[pink-heart-writes]

i really wonder why is it that i can't let go of someone who already let go of me...

- nick <3

[heartoflesh]

Who knew, the key to writing was to just write 😀

[my-lost-love]

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.

[verse-voyager]

Soft reflections in the water, Glimmering, fading out of sight Whispers of a distant dream, Where my heart once dared to fight

[cntctchmnw]

18th April 2024

I'm not sure if I'm allowed to think about you this often. I have learned not to act on these thoughts, though every time you fall asleep next to me I want to shake you awake and let them spill out of me and all over your warm chest. But am I allowed to think of you this often? And do you think of me this often? You mentioned you'd laid in bed and held another girl for three days straight once and I felt like I was going to throw up. I can count all the people I've held on one hand - one of them being you. The more I want to talk to you and the more I want to see you, the more disgusted I am with myself. The ache is a deterrent - I look everywhere for things to dislike about you. I undermine and criticise everything you say and every act of kindness because I search for any and every reason not to trust you. you've done this with other girls, I wait long and hard and lonely seasons for my next human fix. I wait desperately and I tend to the gaping hold in my chest as I wait. have you come to fill me back up again - to make me whole? I waited for you. you didn't wait for me. you reached out and grabbed onto anything that would fill the void. you're not like me. I view your meagre attempts to escape yourself as desperation. you're manipulative and you're going to leave me more broken than you found me. But you hold me very tightly and you kiss me when I'm sick. You spent an hour making me dinner last week and it tasted like home. I search for your scent every time I leave the house and I fill up your water bottle every time I leave yours but I'm not sure if you've noticed yet. Please leave now before you become disgusted by me too.

[multasuntcausaebibendi]

wide awake entire night planned the next step in this fight walking over to my chair my soul is running out of air blue pen, white paper and the reddest words can't describe how much it hurts all my golden words turn blue as i write them down for you all my thoughts are turning grey i'm running out of words to say i need words that sound much better it's a love confession letter no blue google results anymore paper carpet on the floor there ain't no word that's big enough to carry all this burning love

-multasuntcausaebibendi (poem: love letter)

[vielesundnichts]

- r.h. Sin

[delusionalheart]

"I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world."

— Fernando Pessoa

[warmorchid]

amber elowen, an open letter to another ending

[kelanapermana]

i just want someone whos excited to talk with me all the time, dan semoga seseorang yang kuinginkan ini juga memang yang الله jaga untukku.

[secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon]

[pink-heart-writes]

you are, by far

the greatest loss of my life

- nick <3

[shelbyatwar]

My heart, once full of love got hollowed in waiting fir you, screaming more louder and louder, still the scream was never loud enough to reach your heart, but when it did, my heart turned stone.

-Yash

[motojane]

[cntctchmnw]

15th April 2024

I used to come home from work sweating and hungry to sit in bed and smoke for hours. I wouldn't eat because I still believed someone would love my mouldering body more that way. More than anything I was hungry for you. You used to get upset that I'd talk so desperately about him but I needed something to detract from you. I needed some conduit for the ache I felt for you. I sat in wait for every response and I squeezed every possible meaning from even the smallest of words. Nothing you'd say was ever enough and all the nights I was crushed under it all I'd hope you'd wake up and come save me. In retrospect, I thought of you more as some great omniscient being or angel who'd come to plaster my shaking pieces back together than as a living creature. Sweet angel, you were broken too and all I could think of was how you would save me. I take fragile things and crush them in my weak palms until they shatter and lacerate me in the process. I used you to maim myself over and over again until my hands were too mangled to hold or pick you up anymore.

You used to shake me awake from nightmares of you dying. I watched your sweet soft body crack and break and pieces of me would fall away with it. Do you remember when we'd lay awake before bed and listen to the radio? Occasionally, moments with you overwhelmed me so strongly with contentment that I felt myself leave my corporeal form and sit somewhere soft and quiet in the metaphysical with you.