Ode to my girlfriend
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@doughty-pierian
Ode to my girlfriend
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
When writing poetry for, and about, another, there's always a meditative moment wherein the words begin to flow. Words, message, and meaning come together in a natural rhythm, and shape a key truth which is oft left unknown. It is the result of prolonged affectionate attention. Like finding the perfect focal point of a magnifying lens. Exposed, then, is the poem's raison d'ĂȘtre: a snippet of soul. It is a magical moment wherein the entire universe seems to fall into place. And, by then, all you can do is let that snippet be awash in light.
Both writing and reading is a beautiful moment of interconnection: I see you / I am seen. And it reminds us it is truly remarkable to be human.
Take your time. Sit and think and feel, and you will always bring to light what hides in the as of yet unspoken. Let those words be.
Don't let AI swindle them, nor swindle you from these moments of great interconnection. Human to universe; human to human.
â Aure Vives, from âkm âą xoâ
I thought life will be dull and all the sparks are temporary,
but darling i just havenât met you yet.
ârad//i will find you in the rest of our other lives.
âIf we wait until weâre ready, weâll be waiting for the rest of our lives.â
â Lemony Snicket
âIâll make up for all the years I was supposed to be kissing you.â
â Leo Christopher
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to âviolating one or more of Tumblrâs Community Guidelinesâ, but since my wish came true the first time, Iâm putting it back. :)
I know you probably won't read this message, but if you ever find this one day, know that I love you always and that I'll always be cheering for you even from a distance. If you ever find yourself thinking about me, I'll always be here.
from the heart that tugs the warmest.
You are not mine anymore,
but iâm still a lil bit yours.
PRESENT
i never knew how lonely i was, until the day she finally arrived, in times i donât expect love would eventually come at all.
in the numbest state of my life, she came to me with love in her eyes, showing me how to love, how to be kind to myself, she shows me how sincerity feels like.
and let me tell you, it feels ethereal.
Gosh, where have you been all this time?
and the way she looks so serene, so effortlessly enchanting. it feels surreal, just by looking at her, deeply humbles my heart.
i donât know i longed for warmth, until she came.
in short, she makes me feel feelings i used to forget how it feels,
she
makes
me
feel
alive.
i never knew life is delightful, until she arrived.
- @doughty-pierian //what a present.
I couldnât precisely fathom it but,
There are days when i got reminded of you,
It was so random, as random as whether or not the sky will cry or not cry at all at 6AM in the morning.
It usually late at night that i happen to have the urge to call,
The temptation is so real, so strong that sometimes i canât help but to call you, knowing that you will pick it up.
I yearn to be loved by you.
But right know, the idea is that we are no longer together and i donât have any right to interrupt your 2AM time, whatever that you do.
So i use the rest of my power to held back, to not press the call button, eventhough maybe, maybe you will pick it up, cater me down, help me to sleep.
I try to enchant the spell i usually use,
âDonât call her, donât call her, donât call her, sheâs not yours anymoreâ
Because if i do, i cannot help but to wish it will linger a bit more longer.
Wishing that the time will stop, so you wonât have to say goodbye again.
@doughty-pierian // itâs 3AM and i miss you more