(sunflowers watching you)
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@notmadebyhumanhands
(sunflowers watching you)
Limerence is a disease.
it was always me falling for you; now there’s always time calling for me
What do I do with these feelings? I can’t keep them because they’re not mine. I can’t give them to somebody else because it’s not for them. They’re yours but you don’t want them. So now, they have nowhere to go.
🔷🏵️🗡️
if in another life, your heart is beating fine & love is on your mind, will i be first in line? can you at least give me this?
on a mid-autumn evening when darkness descends deep & fast, i encountered you on a dim road, underneath lamppost lights and shadows.
we have to stop meeting like this.
you see, universe? you can dangle him in front of me—sudden & without warning signs—but it wouldn’t affect me anymore.
i have learned to choose to be alone but not lonely. i have killed the part of me that used to pine for him.
there is peace in letting go.
on a mid-autumn evening when darkness descends deep & fast, i encountered you on a dim road, underneath lamppost lights and shadows.
we have to stop meeting like this.
your city still remembers my name
—i have consigned you to a fever dream
you weren’t real, not even a memory
Last nights of summer fading & hopefully so will the last of all my feelings for you.
You matter to me.
And I mean it. Perhaps you don’t understand the weight of that statement, or its depth, but you do. You matter to me and I’m certain I would have loved you. But I won’t be given that chance, as I never have had before. Never before. Never again. And never since.
But still you matter to me. I desire for you to be happy, to realize the goals and dreams you have told me. I sincerely wish I could love you, be the one for you, but it won’t come to pass.
You matter to me, even when I know I don’t matter the same way to you. Not a choice, not even an option. No longer a casual acquaintance but not even quite a friend—maybe not ever.
I do not want this pain. But you matter to me. Even in complete radio silence. A month from now. Perhaps even after. Perhaps always.
Promise I’ll get my spark back; for now, let me be sad.
you said horror aesthetics reminded you of me
i’m just glad i crossed your mind 💀
I may have met the right person at the right place but at the wrong time.
Or maybe I wasn’t the right one for you.
But I was convinced you were right for me.
And I so wanted to take a photo of you while you were petting that stray black cat. I wanted to immortalize the day, the way everything just felt so serene.
When moment becomes memory, we couldn’t really trust it anymore. But I hope I remember.
// 29.08 //
>> not a date
>>> i have always thought of that city as yours because you were born & raised there, and it felt fitting that my first time visiting it was with you.
>>>> i didn’t even have the right words to say; my brain was a jumble of confusion, and my mouth probably fired on its own but i had a good time (because it was) with you.
"(I wanted you to know) I learned to live without it."
i died & went to arcadia.
don’t look for me; i will not be back.
I dislike overly positive people. "Don’t worry, be happy" is an oversimplification.
Worrying can sometimes be a good thing. It keeps you aware & alert.
I also don’t like overly negative people.
Maybe happiness isn’t a perpetual state of mind. Maybe it’s fragmented. And it’s up to us to pick up the pieces. Maybe the shards make up a greater whole.
(Or maybe, I just don’t like people in general.)