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there’s no way you were ever in your right mind
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there’s no way you were ever in your right mind
I don’t want to be loved only in the beginning, when everything feels new and exciting. I want to be adored even after that glow fades—when things are real, steady, and familiar.
I don’t want to be chosen just because I’m something new. I want to be chosen because of everything we’ve built—the memories, the connection, the moments that make you want to stay.
Choose me not for the thrill, but for the meaning. Not for the beginning, but for what we continue to become.
i forgot to turn on the geyser today. but i suppose i made the most of the cold shower. i thought i caught a whif of your perfume today. or is that your scent? i love it eitherways. is it odd how i search for your likes on my posts? i write them only for you, after all. do you ever regret falling in love with a poet? or rather, letting her fall in love with you? it feels so scary getting old. god, can we just forget everything and listen to lorde on a beach at midnight? i’ll construct an alternate reality when i grow up, i promise. there has to be some use to all this potential, hasn't there?
why do i miss you when all that we had was temporary ?
When I think back to the ones I felt “safe” with that ended up coldly locking eyes with me as they betrayed me in the end, it’s clear now. It was not the right kind of safe. This safety came from a sense of survival. Life was a storm I felt stranded in. And the refuge I found in this person was made from leftover leaves and sticks I gathered up. Which is to say I settled for what I had and pretended it was what I always needed. But that’s the problem with confusing temporary shelters with well constructed homes. Despite it getting you through some cold lonely nights it all falls apart in the end. My hope for you is that you experience the safety that only comes with a firm foundation. May you recognize those connections that don’t deserve a “welcome home” mat. Please don’t stay there. You deserve to feel safe. You deserve the warmth of a secure space. 🤍
"We both needed an escape, you from him, me from lonliness, and so we found each other. I just needed to escape a little longer than you is all."