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You’re late. You’re stunning. You’re forgiven.
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“I fell in love with the way she dreamt about forever; she was a girl of adventure & I was her writer. She’s wild, but she’s soft kind of like when it rains during the summer and she smiles in such a way that makes me feel lighter. She’s a traveler filled with chaos but she feels at peace in the serenity of saltwater; I saw a silent hope in her eyes that someday she’ll recover. She’s the prettiest girl in the world; the touch of her skin feels like a mourning dove’s feather; I close my eyes, and I’m surrounded by flowers and no winter. She’s my someone, my soulmate, my life; I choose her for the reason that she inspires me to be better and today I promise that I will always cherish her in my tender.”
— juansen dizon, A poem for Annie
I just want to find a love like this.
I’ve always had a problem of getting too attached
When I was young it was a toy, a broken or lost toy broke my little heart
As a pre-teen it was a friend that liked a different friend better than you
As a teenager it was the cute boy that was nice to you, but he had other intentions
As an adult it’s everything
I’m attached to people I shouldn’t be
Feelings that I shouldn’t have
Habits that I need to break
Ideas that aren’t real
Materialistic items that don’t matter
I cling to anything and everything that may
Bring me any glimpse of happiness
I’m grasping, and always falling