#dear lover

[meidolee]

[versesandvice]

dear lover,

i am still too attached

to this bleeding heart of mine --

its irregular beat a constant reminder

of the rhythm of your breathing

on that cold November night

[cigarretteluvr]

today, i became frustrated after catching the faint smell of smoke in my hair after it dried. somehow, even after you leave, you find a way to frustrate me. i wondered how many days it would take before it was gone. the smell overstayed its welcome- it was supposed to leave with you. but it lingered. 

as you do, when you leave, i guess. you linger. in my thoughts and my dreams. your touch sticks to my hands and neck. your words dance around my brain. your memory haunts me excruciatingly. and the smell of your cigarettes linger like a last laugh.

you come and disrupt my life and hold my every moment hostage and capture me in a hazy daze of moments. but then you leave, and the dust settles, and i’m fine. and I go on, and you linger, but it’s fine. 

i wanted to ask you how long you thought it may take for me to wash the smell out. i laughed at the thought of you saying probably just long enough before you come back and do it all over again.  

i find myself thinking a lot about these hypothetical conversations of ours. where we would be when we’re having them. how your eyes would move. how i wouldn’t remember what was said after, but how i would come out of it smiling. 

i could ask myself why i find myself doing this, as if  didn’t know the answer. i like to wish that i was mystified by you. but instead you intoxicate me and make me forget I’m real. that time is real or that life is real. 

i've never had anyone be able to do that to me. i would listen to people sing about it and read poets write about it and hear people talk about it, and i thought it was all metaphoric. you brought to light that, no, it was quite literal, and extremely dangerous. 

but i love the danger. and i love being drunk on you and i love the smell of cigarettes in my hair. and i may be falling in love with you, but in a completely different way than i’ve ever known. 

-unread letter two, 022023

[theinkbleeds]

Little Mix, Dear Lover

[localrants]

In advance calculus class, when things get a little boring I start making roses on the top corner of the page, the way the art teacher in grade 2 taught us. When the temperature drops a couple of degrees, I eat a boiled egg with chai while sitting in blanket, the way Amma used to feed us in childhood. Whenever someone mentions love in a conversation, I always think your name but replace it with silence. That's the irony of life. We travel miles to remember, what we thought had left behind.

-Jasir Shahbaz

[mishtake1306]

Dear lover

Time changes whether you change with it or not

I just hope you can change with me

I hope you are not comfortable in your pain

I hope time will be kind to our love

And your dreams

I left mine behind long ago

-1306

[legendofthe3divas]

it’s happened again i’ve found connection between a song and ‘my love’

Dear lover: All you need is my, all you need is my love

and

My love: not a heart on earth can beat my love

[ylaka]

The intimacy of being understood