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something lovely found by chance
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all the roads we have to walk along are winding.
all the lights that lead us there are blinding.
and only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams that we knew so well.
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it’s true what they say: sometimes holding on hurts so much more than letting go
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I’ve started to wonder
If there’s something broken in me
Maybe I’m made to love
Not to be loved
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It's funny, all the stupid stuff I've done just to talk to you for a few more minutes.
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Unloved
How to love a boy who can not love you
Not because he doesn’t want to, no
But because your wires and his are crossed
In different directions
You are manufactured to crave and give affection
To drown your lover with your attention
He is constructed with different materials
Though he can reassure you, aid you in difficult times
He can not hold you when you cry
Or tell you he loves you when he says goodbye
You dream in love, in sweet caresses
In a lovers kiss, in tender expressions
His touch is cold, his mouth is set
He will not love you, the way you’re meant
He will not love you, not now, not ever
Give up now, let him go
In your heart you already know
He is not your destined “Forever”.
You deserve so much more.
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Can I be honest with you?
I seriously went to other people to ask how I should approach you. I don’t even know who I fucking am anymore. I’ve always been a “talk about it” or “if you wanna know, ask” kind of person. Blunt. Straight. To the point. But I’ve been so scared I might be pushing you away, so petrified by the idea that I might come on too strong, that I started playing all these silly little games. I fucking hate staring at my phone wanting nothing more than to talk to you, but holding back because “it hasn’t been a whole day yet” or because I’m “waiting for you to text first.” Fuck. That. I like you; maybe a little more than I’d like to admit. I want to go out and experience new things with you. See you smile and laugh while we make stupid little jokes to each other. I want to learn what makes you tick. What your deepest fears are. What your biggest passions are. I want to prove to you that you mean more to me than just some repository for attention. If that scares you away, then fine. If you don’t feel comfortable with that yet, that’s okay. I can’t force you to like me. But at least I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing that I put my best foot forward. That I wore my heart on my sleeve, and no one had to guess how I feel. I’m done playing these stupid fucking games.
(J)
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They asked what I would be if I could be anything so I said “good enough”.
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What hurts is that he was capable of love. Of caring. Of kindness. But I wasn’t good enough or worthy for him or that love.
— but she was
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