You can love someone and still realize they don’t know how to love you properly.
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You can love someone and still realize they don’t know how to love you properly.
Just because our love failed, doesn’t mean love failed me. Love taught me a lot of things, and for that, I’m grateful.
-S.J
Goodnight Moon, you were the best of us, killed by the worst of us.
Doomed by a name so dangerous.
A double edge sword mistaken for what it once was.
Sent alone to a cursed battle not knowing it was her last.
Dear Ms. Moon. How do you do it?
How do you bear the shame or neglect?
How do you protect those who were blind to you?
How are you never drawn by the promise of others, even if they’re richer.
And how do you stand with them in death, even though they cause your early end.
Death will continue to follow as it did for you.
Your sudden abscene will be known throughout the sky.
Shrouding in darkness and light you take your final steps.
Rest well lady Moon. You have done them well.
An Amazigh Peom says; “I set you free; wherever you go, you won’t find another like me.”
I have poems in here that are handjumper related!!! Look look look!!! (They ain’t the best but there are different kinds. I did!)
I’ll show only the hand jumper ones but tell me if you wanna see normal I do!!
I was only thinking about the character when doing so so they might be a bit of a stretch…I was also thinking about head cannons too so they are vague!! If you want to interpret them or if you want to insert yourself into them, I really don’t mind and I would love if you would talk about it. (I don’t know where my confidence came from but oh well
(Does it ever drive you crazy)
And it does drive me crazy
(Just how fast the night changes)
Watching the moon go through its phases
(It will never change, baby)
While I am standing stationary
(It will never change)
Unmoving and yet unsteady
(Me & you)
Its beauty I am lost in
Never the same and never changing
Life passing by is the cost I am paying.
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Came to me while listening to Night changes
Someone New
I would like to think to believe I could be someone new.
Someone who actually finished something even if something small that only matters to me.
I can't even follow through on my own hobbies.
Change into someone I could be proud of.
Not wanting wishing to be the next person.
It seems like everyone is moving and actually living.
I don't think I'm living right now.
Just in body, that feels so disconnected to me.
Just a person without any soul searching.
I could change my world, maybe I should listen and start praying.
Even god doesn't fill me with hope.
I don't even hope within myself anymore, how can I believe in something else?
But who knows one day I won't feel this away.
Maybe I can be someone new.