#past flames

[panaginip-lang-pala]

You cannot move on.

Me

[crmsnmth]

Anita (Again)

The crickets are chirping singing hymns for anyone who would listen A frog croaks near by and you turn to me and ask if I wanted to try and catch it

Of course I want to try and catch it it’s a frog

And you laugh as I get close to the ponds edge almost falling in the water doesn’t move at all there’s on bright moon in the sky and there a moon on the mirror water It’s such a bright night

I eventually give up my excitement at finding a frog dwindling And without an amphibian in my hand I put it back within your grasp

Sorry you didn’t get it you say as we keep making the circuit a nighttime stroll around your parent’s property I think it was when I realized you loved me with your constant glances and the biting of that lip

You’ll catch the next you say, cheering me on And I smile at you the moon gives a beautiful glow in the iris of your honey colored eyes

our hands swing playfully a pendulum for keeping steps I kiss your hand again and claim I am no gentleman the fireflies are out and if we only had a jar but we don’t

we’re talking about nothing and laughing at little somethings It’s so easy with you around

[messybrokenlover]

I don’t know why but it’s closure enough that I know I left you hanging, closure enough that you just might ache the same way I did for you. I hope it hurts.

[syllables]

after asters

[ syllables ] 2018

[scarletroseadvice]

Hi! So there is this guy that I've known (online) for 3 year or so years. Was only in highschool when we started speaking so I was naive and 'liked' him lol. But we got on so well- up until 4am talking and just sharing. I miss him! We don't speak anymore but I received a random message from him last month at 2am. I responded 4 days later, he did again and then I did, but then nothing. I spent so much time trying to forget about him (CONT)

Woah there darling. It sounds like you want to blurt this out at me a mile a minute.

So that everyone is on the same page, this is what I understand. You have this guy friend who you were smitten with in high school. During that time, you knew him for years but it stayed online only.You both lost touch with one another and now out of the blue, he is talking with you again. You answered back once but haven’t since and he is messaging you still...

Did I get that right?

If so, let me point out what you said...

If you’ve missed this boy all this time and he is reaching out to you, well... what do you have to lose? Seriously, do you know why he is trying to reconnect? Have you spoken to him in length since you two stopped talking prior? Personally, I’d be curious to know what my old flame was up too and so should you. There is nothing going right now preventing you to speaking with him is there? So go ahead, indulge a little and catch-up with him. Maybe he is just looking to rekindle your friendship with him, or maybe there is something important he wants to share with you. Point is, you’ll not know unless you get in there and ask! Once you hear what he has to say, weigh your options and feelings and make a decision for yourself.

[syllables]

the pub is warm and you smell like spice and cedar.

you turn to me with whiskey souring your tongue, sideways smirking like you’re something sly, but your hand’s already found my ass.

“you’re mine,” you bluff, bolstered up by a liquid ego. you’ll never quell your thirst, but so long as it’s still april,

this pub is still warm and my mouth craves for cinnamon.

[syllables]

It’s Friday night, and I’m kind of drunk, and this is the most I’ve ever hated you.

Which is impressive,

because it’s also the most I’ve ever missed you.

[syllables]

working title: I know what it’s like to be the bad guy.

you no longer have an ax to grind because it’s buried in my back.

the last words you ever spoke to me, back when you didn’t spit my name with venom and cringe at the thought of my tiny, pale hands in yours, were about how

I’d broken you.

You worse-than-hated me; you regretted me.

And even thought I deserved the blade (and any poisons that came with it), I wasn’t prepared for its serrated edges, or the way you were aiming directly through my ribcage.

I had never meant to hurt you, and I’m still so sorry about the way it all went down; that way you and I

went down.

Years later, the first time you’re not too embarrassed to even step foot in the same state as me, you look at me with a face that screams of quiet contempt as you allow me to approach you at the bar.

I ignore the occasional bitter remark and its matching sweet smile, and I tell you with more honesty than I’ve ever given you

that I’d like to “catch up sometime”,

if that’s something that you’re cool with.

Your face turns red and you swear to me on everything that you’d love that.

With all that we’ve been though, I know that I should be able to hand you the noose and trust you not to use it, but somehow, babe,

I know you’ll end up leaving me hanging.