your fav Lover

"Lҽƚ'ʂ ɱҽҽƚ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ϝιҽʅԃʂ σϝ ɠɾҽҽɳ Ⴆυƚ ƚιʅʅ ƚԋҽɳ I'ɱ ɯαƚƈԋιɳɠ ყσυ ʅιƙҽ Mσɳα Lιʂα"

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Time has passed but I cant help but wonder. What would life had been like if I had stayed in that small little town. Would you and I have stayed friends? Would your face had been the one i captured in pictures and drawings instead? Would your features be the ones I'd obsess over till you understand how much I adore your friendship and presence? How would it all be if I stayed in that trailer a few streets down from you? If I had continued school with you? Would you have loved me as i am now or would I have changed beyond what I thought possible? Would i still wear my signature green or would I wear your beloved purple? Would you have stayed, B? Would you have become my Ace, would either of them become my Jupiter? Would i have learned to love the way i did now? Or would i have been a bit safer their in the district that knew my ins and outs? Would I have been better or worse? Would we be codependent or something independent? I can't help but wonder what that small town held for me.

[starlet-sky]

[mainloveinterest]

To be loved is to be remember and not forgotten, to have loved is to have known but know things have changed. Its always your choice to make, be it subconscious or not you either keep learning about them or you slowly only know small parts of them.

[mainloveinterest]

The day has come. I no longer feel the need to call your name, I fine myself calling out for another. I have moved on. Slowly bust surely I have moved on. Infact your presence has made me sick. I feel ill at at the thought of a future with you. I now fully love another. Being in your town makes me sick. My dear Jupiter is all that i care for.

[mainloveinterest]

Dance

I want you to dance with me. I want you to want to hold me to the tune of a song. I want you to want to spin me around and enjoy it. I want you to love slow dancing with me in our kitchen at night. I Need you to spend a night of cooking with me as we dance to pass the time it takes for our food to bake. I need you to feel comfortable with your hand in mine as you lead the way. I need you to dance with me.

[mainloveinterest]

My lover and I share the same love for our friends, we care for our own deeply, even if we shouldn't love the some we can't help but love a good few, each etched into our past in the most intimate manner. One from childhood and the other from girlhood. We both have our one, my lover has his almost brother while I hold fierce my dear practically sisters. His friendship carries roots one can not simply cut or pull out, but mine carries a closeness that has faced ruff travel. I am not aware of what hardships his relationship carries with his dear, but I hold mine close in fear that one hardship will come. My dear sweet almost sister and their sister are something so dear I fear i may lose. For my time with them has had its tiffs and times of gifts, time with them has been my pleasure to spend. I can't wait for when I see my friends again.

[silent-insanities]

Stuck between loving you and never wanting to see you again.

[mainloveinterest]

[mainloveinterest]

Toxic

A love not so sweet,

toxic the way the words I love you feel from our mouths.

Toxic the way you muttered this is the last time.

Toxic the way I believed your words.

Toxic our last chance at sugarcoated whispers.

Toxic the way your lips feel on mine.

Toxic a habit i picked up from our lie.

Toxic the way we used to seem.

Toxic the way you still believe.

[mainloveinterest]

Prompt: where dose it hurt?

Where dose it hurt? In the heavy heart you carry filled with memories of a too long ago past? Or dose it hurt in the eyes that cried rivers of tears at each wrong that fell your way, or was it the hands that ache with every mend you create, or is it the lungs that have been stained by the secondhand smoke you force yourself to choke down for their sake, or perhaps your throat as you begrudgingly drink the ale they hand you as to not let them drink alone. Maybe its your soul from all the ill-fated attempts at maintaining their smiles stay light and heartfelt as yours falls into disrepair. So tell me where dose it hurt?

[mainloveinterest]

One day,

One day she'll help me pick an outfit for the moment he proposes, one day she'll comb my hair the 'right' way so it looks perfect, one day she'll drag me to the spot and there he'll be waiting for me as he gets on his knees. One day she'll smile as tears fall from my eyes when I cry out a yes. One day she'll help me pick my gown, one that suits me just right. One day we'll giggle as I make her try on all the beautiful blue dresses we can find. One day we'll drag her sister down to the brides maids shop and pair her with the best one. One day she'll help me plan the steps as my fiancé stares at us and laughs. One day she'll help us pack each invitation with care. One day we'll wake up together on my wedding day, my last sleepover as a Bachelorette gone, and she'll help me get ready. One day we'll zip each other up excited for the day. One day she'll walk down that aisle bouquet in hand as she waits for me to follow, the only time we'd be happy to not hold hands. One day she'll tear up as my dads walk me down the aisle to stand next to my lover. One day we'll both almost cry as I say the words I do. One day she'll give a half drunken speech of our time together that will make me cry. One day she'll have been the next one I want to dance with for the sake of being us. One day she and I will stuff our faces with cake made just for me. One day she'll watch as the party ends and me and my husband's final dance as the lights turn off. One that day ill know we've made it. My best friend and I.

[mainloveinterest]

She isn't (a poem of a somber teen girl)

She doesn't exist to be my life line

She doesn't exist to bring my peace

She doesn't live into my haste

She wasn't made with me in mind

She wasnt as mean as she was compassionate

She wasn't as kind as she was perceived

She's wasn't ment to be everything to me

She isn't my lover

She isn't anything more then my closest friend

She isn't my sister but I wish she was

[mainloveinterest]

She was my sin. She is the creature that consumes my mind. Eating at every part of me. Causing my longing, i long for her voice so warm and full of joy. I long for her smile that forces her dimples to be revealed. I long to hold her soft yet calloused hands. The smell of her perfume rids me of my clarity. She bends my mind to her will. My heart will have always been hers. My being belongs to her and forever will be.

~ ƒσяєνєя уσυяѕ, уσυя ѕтαя

[mainloveinterest]

She can love you more than the world, but will she give you it? Truly? Without fear or Without the interference of another? Can she allow you to have her fully? Whole heartedly? Or dose she make you wait and pine after her with every waking moment?

[mainloveinterest]

One day the sound of your laughter will fade, the touch of your skin will no longer have weight, the sound of your name will no longer make my day. There will soon be a day where neither of us stayed. One where I don't save your place. Soon we will both part ways neither remembering to text, and maybe it'll be for the best. ~ ƒσяєνєя уσυяѕ, уσυя ѕтαя

[mainloveinterest]

The last day of the year coming soon, the last day of the year I was with you. I can't help but fear all that will be not once this year finally stops. Burying soon to be forgotten memory's, the feeling of her hand in mine, the sound of her tired yet heartfelt laugh, her soft skin pressed against mine. All things I am scared may be left behind. A girlish hope for a love so bold, thats so new, but is old. A reminiscences of a lover so kind one I'll have loved till the end of time.

~ ƒσяєνєя уσυяѕ, уσυя ѕтαя

[mainloveinterest]

Today I was told I am a Mashup of rounded sharp shapes. I noticed I am dotted with triangles all over my body which I find interesting. They also said like the shapes im mashed with my personality is soft but sharp. It was a nice observation to have been told:3

[mainloveinterest]

I want to be adored, to be loved in the way only someone who's been watching you longingly from a far can. In the way they can memorize every detail of you and recite it back. I want a never have to worry about the end type of love.

~ ƒσяєνєя уσυяѕ, уσυя ѕтαя