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this is everything i didn't say

[shewantedtosay]

when you pulled away, so did i.

i didn’t mean to, not consciously

but when you pulled away

i forgot how to speak.

when you pulled away, so did i.

i took my thoughts and kept them.

i took my days and kept them.

i took my heart and

when you pulled away, so did i.

i began to wonder if they even mattered

my words.

i began to wonder if i even mattered

to you.

i pulled away.

we sit miles apart, like we have been

but now you’re actually gone.

i sit with my thoughts and my days.

you sit with my heart.

a.c.w.

[bnmxfld]

I’ll make up for all the years I was supposed to be kissing you.

Leo Christopher (via bnmxfld)

[juneacademia]

“you’re so pretty,” okay write poetry about me then.

[shewantedtosay]

i don’t know if this will ever make its way to your eyes, but if it has i just want you to know that i love you. i love you more than i really understand i think. i want you to know that you’ve taught me that love isn’t scary or bad or wrong. you’ve taught me that love is something i deserve just like everyone else. i want you to know that you’ve done so much more for me than you’ll ever know. i’m so grateful that the stars aligned and put us together in the same place at the same time. i’m so grateful to have met my soulmate.

i love you. i love you in every universe.

[pol-ar-ity]

It’s kind of dumb, but I want to talk to you all the time. Like, all the time. Which is annoying and needy and very unrealistic, because you have a life outside of our audio messages and sporadic phone calls. But I wanna talk to you. I want you to talk to me. I want your mouth to run a mile a minute and make me laugh until I’m crying. You’re always so good at that. You’re my best friend, my confidant, possibly my world. So we won’t make out in the back of taxis. As long as you hold my hand through crowds and send me another voice memo the next morning, I’ll be okay. Because I wanna talk to you. And I want you to talk to me. And you’re my best friend. And I love you. (In case that wasn’t obvious.)

“and maybe you’re my soulmate or something”

[solarsapphicc-deactivated202206]

i have never loved someone the way i love you.

[shewantedtosay]

April

i spent april without you.

i can't believe i spent april without you.

i can't believe there wasn't a day in the fourth month of 2022 that i didn't get to be in your presence.

even worse is that i have to spend may without you.

and june.

but july will start with your presence.

and hopefully not another month goes by that i have to spend without you.

[shewantedtosay]

Perfect Picture

There is no perfect picture. No picture worthy to send to you. The angle is always wrong and my hair never looks how I want it to look. My smile doesn’t quite cooperate. There’s nothing you’ve ever done to suggest that I have to be perfect for you, but I want to be. I feel like you deserve perfection. So I send an imperfect picture to everyone else, but I leave you with nothing. And I know you won’t mind.

It’s even worse because I’ve never seen a bad picture of you. Nor a bad glimpse. You always look like the sun shone just for you that day. And if we’re being honest, it just might have. So when I say there’s no perfect picture, I mean of me. Because every picture you take is the perfect one.

a.c.w.

[doeyedangel]

[shewantedtosay]

if the air between my fingers could find its way to my lungs, i could breathe in the feeling of your hand in mine and hold on to it forever. i’d find you laced in my exhale, and pass the intoxication of your presence to my friends as i tell them why you make me smile.

if the tears on my face could find their way to my neck, they could taste the kisses you’ve left there and remind me that it will be okay. i’d find happiness in the sorrow and long for the feeling of seeing you again.

and maybe i’d feel peace deep in my soul. your hand would find mine. our journies would intertwine until we reach the place where only our spirits remain.

[fatimatuzzohraa-deactivated2023]

So if love is an uprising, and if love is a revolution and if love is a revolt , and if love is a turmoil, and if love is a coup, and if love is a rebellion,be it so my dearest, be it so, i so want to run away in an exile with you, and i so want peace with you, and i so want calmness with you,and i so want gentleness with you, and i so want to be devoured wholly into this love , every thing-

[tenderblues]

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

[writing-challenges-and-prompts]

“My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.”

— Tom Robbins (via quotemadness)

[euphoriasme]

How do I tell you I’m sad without making it feel like a burden on you

[tenwordstories]

It’s incredible how you can crave love but still run away from it

[helloloveandsunshine]

Pearl’s Poem

I thought I wanted to be made of little girl things.  Homecoming dances, kisses on doorsteps,  Fingertips almost touching in the air.  I thought I wanted to be made of the promises you made.  Ones that tasted like ivory, Like strawberry, And even like chocolate.  I thought I wanted to be made of fairytale endings Where I’d never know what was real Or only a dream. 

So I dreamt that I belonged to you. Because I knew you’d keep me safe from big girl things. Giant spiders,  Natural disasters, And unnatural ones too.  I’ve never felt as safe as I felt In that cage with you. 

But when I started to wake up,  I saw the gilded bars around us And I couldn’t remember how it went in the dream. 

Was I the bird? Or was I the cage? Was I myself? Or one of my mothers? Was I safe? Or was I suffocating?

Because the bird is in a cage And the cage is in a town. And the town is made of blinding white flour and beautiful lies. And maybe we can’t help the things we dream of  Any more than we can help the stuff we’re made of, Or maybe we can.  If we can finally see the lies and the town and the cage we’re inside of, We can see so many other things too. We can see the door.

A way out. 

And we can fly away.

[i-wrotethisforme]

There’s a new boy, he’s really nice and smart and I don’t like him at all. I call him when I need to talk to someone but you’re the one I think about when I can’t sleep. And it’s your voice I hear in my head when I feel lost. I know you’re not good enough for me and I know you don’t deserve my time and I know you don’t think about me at all and I shouldn’t be thinking about you either. But I go out with him and I wonder what you’d be saying if you were sitting across from me instead. And I hate that I let you still have that power.