Personal Poetic Libretto

I'm Rhubarb. 19. Sometimes romantic, but not always. I feel a lot of things very intensely, is here's a bit of all that.

[jericosilvers]

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

“Absence makes the heart. That’s it: absence makes the heart.”

— Bob Hicok, from Elegy Owed

[wnq-writers]

I kinda like you

More than I originally had planned

-hxpelesslx

[qvotable]

“You are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while.”

— Eckhart Tolle

[poeticrhubarbs]

Tonight was the first time you'd actually called me your partner.

I'm pretty choked up about it.

[thezeroquotes]

You're the kind of person I wanna be with when I want to be alone.

— Eleanor & Park

[theponderingpaleface-deactivate]

0764

Neutrality not a state for the mind but the homeland of the heart

[poeticrhubarbs]

I don't even know why you're so special, but I'm sitting on my porch on a windy day aching for you to fill an empty chair.

I don't really think it's any coincidence you've been in most of my dreams, and I don't think it's a coincidence that there's pleasant domesticity in all those dreams. My subconscious is pretty straight forward on this one: I want you in my life often and for a long time.

When l this is over, I might have to marry you or something.

[poeticrhubarbs]

"I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday...

 I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else... and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned."

[desiresuggestion]

i never stood a chance. but thank you for making me think that i did

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Right or wrong, it’s very pleasant to break something from time to time.” - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

[poeticrhubarbs]

Are you avoiding me?

I shouldn't hurt, especially since I was the first to admit that I didn't feel anything towards you,

But it hurts to think that what happened between us has made you want to forget me.

Maybe I felt more for you than I thought.

You looked good today, and I found it ironic that our outfits matched;

Blazers made casual by ripped jeans and khaki shoes.

I wish you had said hi to me;

I miss your lips in a verbal and a physical sense.

Weird. I didn't know I felt this way.

[sunsetico-deactivated20250705]

“i didn’t know what it was to want, to crave something so badly you feel your soul ripping your insides, trying to reach out for it. i didn’t know what it was to want something so desperately your heart ached at the absence of it. that night, i craved your touch as if you were in another universe, far away from me. i craved your touch so much i repeated in my head, like a spell, like a mantra, ‘touch me’. 'touch me’. 'touch me’. please please please i am begging you, put your hand on my heart, your lips on my neck, your eyes on my soul. touch me, god fucking damn it.”

— touch.

[poems-by-anne-p]

[bnmxfld]

“I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.”

— Franz Kafka

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I can have oodles of charm when I want to.” - Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

[poeticrhubarbs]

Worse

I lingered for so long this morning

Finding painfully idle things to occupy the time

For I knew when I locked the door behind me that we'd be closer to a time apart

If I could keep you by my side forever I would

But you admitted yourself, with gentle sorrow, the irresponsibility of throwing away life for our love

And I swear those words were painful as any I'd ever heard spat menacingly at my character

To break one heart in a week is a feat of youth

To break two is plainly evil, if not presumptuous

So I suppose your musing is right

It is worse - so very much worse - that it's mutual