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[metamorphesque]

― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]

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[stay-close]

“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”

— Unknown

[iambrillyant]

“forgive all the versions of yourself that operated out of fear instead of growth, the ones that viewed comfort zones as safe havens and abandoned boundaries to keep other people happy, forgive all the versions of yourself that didn’t know that love begins with how you treat you.”

— iambrillyant

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[lone-nyctophile]

- Beau Taplin

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[deviika]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

[typewriter-worries]

“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”

— The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems, Pablo Neruda 

[forlornalbatross]

“Nota Bene: One). I don’t have a car / I don’t like driving much / but if I ought to take you out / best believe I’d piggy back you across the puddle / & you would only have my full attention to which you never had to share with the remaining panorama / I have yet possess my own land / I live in a place to which I share with my immediate kin / but if I ever to take you home / rest assure this too will be your fortress / I do not count what I have / everything flows to me as rightfully deserved / but if at any time I would take you out or surprise you with my love language / be certain that you would only be spoiled with the finest simplicity that is only of your heart desire - . Two). I want you in moderation / in fast mode / in slow mode / in all the existing modes / & there would be a time when I cannot constrain nor constrict myself / to which it will be rough & tender / but still a want of you that is moderately between raw & a slow-cook phase -”

— D C de Oliveira |To Chloe,  Nota Bene | January 18, 2023 | Wednesday, 3.44am

[fairydrowning]

"You know, love doesn't mean "l never want you to change." But I don't think it means "I don't care if you change" either. So I suppose it might mean, "I believe that you'll always be the person I adore." A declaration of faith, perhaps."

– Sayaka Saeki, やがて君になる (Bloom into You), Via "freckled-lili" on Tumblr

[stay-close]

“growth isn’t always constant. relapses happen. it doesn’t erase all your success.”

— Unknown

[fairydrowning]

Perhaps love is just eating strawberries with your favorite person or peeling tangerines for someone you love. Perhaps, love is stored in understanding someone or it's stored in holding hands. Perhaps, love is just stored in watching TV together on a Sunday night.

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[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

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“Who should defend the moon if not poets?”

-Antoni Slonimski, in defense of the moon