Nerium The Oleander

I post random shit and sometimes good writing. Follow along if you want.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

subtle acts of love

giving them food without them asking for it

randomly bringing them flowers

holding a door open for them

pulling out their chair for them

guiding them with a gentle hand on the small of their back

making them lunch to take to work with them

fixing their clothes or hair

giving them a massage

talking casually about a shared future

showing them their appreciation for them

waiting at home to say hello when they come in

paying complete attention to them

giving them a casual, but thoughtful compliment

writing them a love letter and hiding it for them to find

showing them something that reminded them of their partner

humming a song to calm them down

giving them a quick kiss whenever they pass each other at home

casual grabbing their hand and swinging it back and forth

remembering something they told them

[nerium-the-oleander]

MEN NEED TO STOP HAVING THE AUDACITY

[nerium-the-oleander]

Choked on a burp. It tasted like monster. -2/10 don’t recommend

[nerium-the-oleander]

Not me falling for the fictional men I’m literally making up in my head and writing about 🫠

[perfectquote]

“For her the ocean was more than a dream, it was a place she needed to visit to find herself and when she returned to the city, you could see the sun in her eyes, the wind in her hair, and taste the infinite salt on her lips.”

— Jose Chaves

[nerium-the-oleander]

Click. Turn it off, put down the phone

You know their stories hold no remorse.

Can’t you remember the time before?

Back when your happiness wasn’t in storage.

We lived, laughed, loved, did everything they said

But one of us was always going to end up dead.

While I’m fighting and crying, screaming, denying

I can’t hold back tears, just cursing their timing.

Just like sang in All The Things She Said,

It keeps running through my head, running through my head.

Click. The latch is in place

Pictures now the only way to see your face.

Grief like the ocean, pulling me under

Wish it was real so I could look up in wonder.

But I see no reefs shimmering like sunlight

The overwhelming darkness, nothing going right.

They sang to us sweetly, the magpie’s lullaby,

Saying one for sorrow, but i just want the mirth.

Joy’s a foreign feeling, she’s passing and fleeting

If this is all real and this is how I’m feeling,

I understand Apollo when he lost his sweet Hyacinth.

[nerium-the-oleander]

Me: *eats a pizza roll*

Dad: Don't do that.

Me: *stares him in the eyes, grabs another frozen pizza roll, takes a bite*

Dad: *sighs and shakes his head at the disappointment which is me*