#casterlove

[theprocast]

I’ve been writing a book of some sorts @theloveclub17

Here’s the first part

[nicholasbrowne]

You can have it back I don’t want the world that has been offered to me

Nicholas A Browne | Haiku 395

[hi-cecilia]

in the middle of an unknown street,

filled with rustling trees and a

sky that splashed auburn — there we were,

making love in your car.

you hugged me as if you never wanted to let go.

i didn’t want to let go.

“can you be mine?”, you whispered out of the blue.

“look me in the eye. ask me that again,” i replied softly.

“can you be mine? can you be my girlfriend?”

july 14, the day i said yes

[theprocast]

first post in forever. still soft. still sad. still writing.

i thought the ache would rot out of me

but i guess some ghosts don’t go quietly.

i write like i used to text him:

half-asleep, too honest, bleeding on purpose.

my hands are colder now.

maybe that’s growth. maybe it’s grief.

either way, i’m still here.

hello again.

🖤 #poetry #softgrunge #digitaldiary #emokidcore #numbteenagerreturns#emopoems #poems

Did you miss me like I’ve missed you?

Always

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[theprocast]

Please tell me a short time can last forever. Tell me an ending can be never. All I need is the safe embrace of you wherever.

[theprocast]

Time danced in relentless motion,

and I watched as chance after chance after chance

slipped through my fingers.

Moments that could have been etched

In our shared history

were instead lost in the abyss of silence.

The words I have been wanting to say

but never have to courage to

remained locked within my soul,

stifling under the weight

of my own indecision and lack of faith.

Faith for what we could have been,

where our love could have gotten us,

and why we always find out our way

to each other's doorstep.

The unspoken truths echoed

in the depths of my being,

a constant reminder of the opportunities—

of you, of us that slipped away.

Regret paints its melancholic strokes

on the canvas of my heart,

for the road not taken will forever haunt me.

Yet, amidst the sorrow,

a flicker of hope remains,

whispering that perhaps, one day,

the universe will conspire

to reunite our paths and grant us

a second chance at the love we left behind.

[theprocast]

is she lucky because you chose her or is she unlucky for not knowing what happened between us?

s.a., are you able to sleep at night?

[theprocast]

I have grown used to the silence. Accustomed to absence.  But I never let go of the thought that you are with me, always.  You will always be where my heart calls home.

Ranata Suzuki