I love watching you bloom in the spring. I'd get sick off your pollen if I could.
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@burgundyheartz
I love watching you bloom in the spring. I'd get sick off your pollen if I could.
-burgundyheartz
01/29/2026 ; a love letter to you
I miss you so much. There's no other fancy poetic way to put it. Right now, I'm sitting by a candle, crying (just a little bit), wishing I had a crow that could fly from my place to yours to give you all the poems I wrote. I miss you, I can feel it in my gut, now my teary eyes just how much I miss you.
Why do we live in a world where texting is considered enough? I don't think I'm built for this. Maybe I should tell you about the crow thing, I think you'll laugh at it. I'd want that. I also want for you to see the whole entire world and eat any meal you'd want. I want for you to feel comfortable in your skin around me. I want to be your home when there's not a house for you to live in. I want to be near you, near your soul, your frequency. Maybe that makes me greedy.
Monetary value doesn't mean much to me, but I want to make enough money so that you'd never have to work at that stupid job again. You could pursue your passions, go relax on the beach, or a forest if you want. I'll find some way to provide.
I have so many thoughts right now. I don't think that the people around you know how much of a privilege it is to get to experience you every day. I love you, but you already know that. I love you so much to the point where I feel shame. I love you, I love you, I love you. Not you the person, or the body or the face, but you the soul.
12/18
You are my muse, you are what calms me. I love everything about you and what you've given to me in this lifetime. Peace, joy, serenity, healing, and self awareness. I could not have asked for a better muse, you have shown me all fruits of the spirit.
I can only hope that you feel my love, even though we're miles away. But that means nothing to me. You are my best friend, and I cannot wait to see you and be with you in every other lifetime.
I hope you know this is unconditional, this doesn't come from my heart, but from my soul.
-burgundyheartz
11:52
I really hope that I'll find someone who I love more than you. Just so I can move on.
My entire blog is a love letter written in silence, just for you. I wonder if you ever read it.
“I hope we think of each other at the same time.”
— Unknown
1:12
I miss your eyes. I saw a home, a future when I gazed into them. I miss your soul, your gentle touch. I miss you next to me with not a worry in my mind. I miss the way you smell and how your hair fell down your back. Your smile and the way your eyes smiled too. It scares me how much I love you and yearn for a future with you. God should put me out of my misery (I'm being dramatic, I think).
-burgundyheartz
1:31
Yin and yang. Sun and moon. If only you knew how much I love you.
You are mellow, like milk almost.
You are my anchor.
All I needed was you by my side,
and I got so much more than that.
I’m so grateful that the universe continues keeps you in my life.
No matter how near or far,
I can always feel your gravitational pull,
like a black hole.
I know I cant run away,
but i love it.
-burgundyheartz
— Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren c. November 1949
Something otherworldly almost; I hate how desperate I can get.
I wish this for all of you.
getting inspired to create stuff is honestly the meaning of life. like i found a great story and now i wanna make a cool story too. literally could there be any better feeling
It hurts—it still fucking hurts
when I think of you,
because I know
I can never replace you.
But one day,
maybe even one summer,
when the sun is hot enough to burn this world down,
I’ll realize
that I’m finally over you.
I cannot wait for that day to come.
If you're a writer you're supposed to write a lot of bullshit. It's part of the gig. You have to write a lot of absolute garbage in order to get to the good bits. Every once in a while you'll be like "Oh, I wish I hadn't wasted all that time writing bullshit," but that's dumb. That's exactly the same as an Olympic runner being like "Oh, I wish I hadn't wasted all that time running all those practice laps"
— Richard Siken