I hope I have changed since the last time you knew me. I do not want to be the same person you left, all those months ago.
(months of wondering)
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@3am-poet
I hope I have changed since the last time you knew me. I do not want to be the same person you left, all those months ago.
(months of wondering)
Your page is bookmarked on my browser. Whenever I feel sad and hurt, I go straight to your writings and read them. I have so much in my mind that I can't write or say.
I appreciate that so much, you are too sweet. I'm so glad my words can help you too. 💚
I raise my glass to the welcoming sun
and hope for a new beginning.
life after you.
3am-poet
Ur friend's new cover it really good :D
You mean Levi? You mean @heftyskies ? You mean my best friend? You mean the link to his soundcloud is below AND in his bio and everyone should go check him out? I agree.
You can find his incredible music here!
I'm sad about things
between you and I
that never really came to be.
I tried my best for you, I swear I did.
3am-poet
You always remind me of coffee.
Your memory is too bitter in my mouth now, and I wonder,
if that’s why you always prefered tea.
I wonder what your memories of me taste like.
im missin my best friend. i want to hug him but he's halfway around the world.
I know the feeling, anon. I wouldn’t wish this feeling upon anyone.
I thought I had moved on, I thought I had
recovered from you.
I could think your name without my chest hurting, I could hear your name without my breath catching.
And then I stumbled upon a picture we took all those months ago, in that clothing store mirror, smiles so wide, and suddenly I was falling again, crashing hard again.
Everything came up again,
and I can taste you like too bitter coffee, I can feel you, and the memories are sandpaper and velvet.
I was so sure I had recovered from you, but it only took a picture to tear me apart again, and then I was crying over old text messages and movie ticket stubs.
I want you more than I want to forget
I am so close to a chance of falling in love again, and I pray that what you did to me will not stop me again.
I am more than what you put me through. I deserve to love again.
[I’m very good at being someone’s temporary love]
(I don’t wanna be your quick fix)
Hey :) Do you prefer to be anonymous from your readers/followers?
I don’t know. I go back and forth. I want you guys to know things about me, the kind of person/writer I am, but I’m never sure if I want you guys to know WHO I am, if that makes sense. But! I love talking to people in messages and asks, I’m always up for making friends and introducing myself on a smaller, more one on one level.
You think you wanna be, you wanna be alone Just wait until you're crying on the shower floor It hits you in the chest, about every day you're done 'Cause once you let it go, you better know it's gone
One of my favorite songs by my favorite band. How'd you guess?
Night after night I lie awake thinking about you.
the things we could have had, the things we never got.
I tell myself that
“I’m staying away from love for a while”
but the truth is,
my mind is so full with thoughts of you
that I don’t have room
to think of anyone else.
baby, I’m so lost without you
I write about you
the way you write about
someone else.
Will we ever have what you’ve got with another?
I had a dream about you last night, and I swear it felt so real.
I can still feel your skin, your breath, your hair where it touched my cheeks.
Waking up from that
was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
dreams sweet like honey, real life bitter like coffee
what's on ur mind?
ive been thinking about strangers that used to be more than that. what about u, anon?