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I yearn for those sleepless nights, when dreams of you painted the dawn.

Whispered secrets in the dark, before your workday had begun.

Tossing, turning, futures spun, a restless, endless spree,

Yet I'd wake with joy renewed, on just three hours, thanks to thee.

Unknowing, you were my solace, the calm my weary soul craved,

The missing piece, the energy, the strength you freely gave.

I long for those sleepless nights, when loving you felt right.

Now, heart and mind wage war within this broken frame,

A battlefield where echoes scream your now-forgotten name.

Each fiber throbs with agony, a pain I never knew,

But for you, the ending's clear, our story's overdue.

My presence, once a treasure, now means nothing to your soul,

A faded photograph, a story left untold.

You hold the keys to reach me, yet you let me drift away,

A stranger in the shadows, with nothing left to say.

Now sleepless nights are torture, a stark and bitter sting,

I ache for those lost hours, when love gave weary wings.

K.M.W

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Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to Marlene Dietrich featured in The Selected Letters of Ernest Hemingway

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The sun bled through the storm today, painting the rain in gold. A fragile kind of beauty... like the way you make me smile when my heart still aches for someone else.

Inspired again by you HB, thank you.

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Today’s mood

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Isn't it curious when a voice, unknown yet intimately familiar, whispers through the telephone wire? It resonates like a forgotten melody, a tune without words, stirring a strange sense of déjà vu deep within the soul.

-you inspired me tonight HB

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august, tathev simonyan (a revised version of this poem)

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Tired, Langston Hughes

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— Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters "April 18, 2017" (via lunamonchtuna)

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Kaveh Akbar, from “Desunt Nonnulla", Calling a Wolf a Wolf

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Silence has never been just that for me.

Never quite, a rushing river into a mighty waterfall

i fall, drowned in the in the sound of my own self hate.

Thoughts of which some of you could never relate.

So heavy and thick you’d fight for the surface, for air, to breathe.

But beneath the surface is where it’s most comfortable, it’s where you feel at home.

It’s only quite once you give in, once you stop fighting the current and let it take you to that sea of nothing.

it’s still, it’s numbing, it’s toxic comfort.

(light judgments, i’ve never been the best writer to begin with. but today i felt the need and i haven’t in a while)

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For you I'd steal the stars<3

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via weheartit

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all i did this year was survive

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