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I always wonder how the women who left me feel, knowing I was trying to be the best human being I could be for them. I loved them unconditionally, with no barriers or limits—just loving them for who they were, whether I agreed with everything or not. My entire goal was to show them love and ensure they felt cared for and comfortable.
Let me get this straight. Now you want me when I don’t want you? Like I’m supposed to drop everything and run towards you. When I did want you, the love wasn’t true. So why in the hell would I run back towards you? When there’s a whole ocean—possibilities many mysteries. I know it hurts when I don’t answer your text and you missing me. But I gave you my energy, you was dissin me. Now I’m standing next to a new person and they missing me. Our lips don’t gotta touch but I feel it in my mind when they kissing me. I guess this new person helped me understand that I was missing me. Because looking at you I see emptiness in myself—cause I was missing me. I lost sight of my potential. Thought I was in love with your essential. But love takes credentials to edify your mental. You weren’t feeding my mind, my soul, or my spirit. So our communication of love was quiet—I couldn’t hear it.
theprinceofnostalgia
Teach me how to love you properly. If I don’t know something, teach me. I want to experience you beyond the physical properties. I want the experience to continue to be experienced properly. 🤎
Love was such an ambiguity to his purity. It was his quality to being open to more than just one interpretation of her past, which is typically the one thing our souls can't get past. See, he loved freely and believed deeply that the power of two unified souls was enough to grow. Like a rose learning to blossom, he entrusted her with his heart to sow. She loved him beyond all measures and circumstances because she knew that man had an internal glow. She knew it wasn't something she could explain, even when those closest to her told her that he would bring pain. She smiled and said, "I still love him, and we were built for the rain." It was a connection so deep the ocean's depth would be jealous of how someone could breathe under such pressure and still say, "I love you." She adored him, not for what he had or what he did, but for simply for who he was. He was different, she was magnificent, and together they fought every storm. No promises were too great, and he was there for every bad day, even the ones where the love seemed to fade. But as he began to grow, her past became the very fabric of what she experienced last. So the image of who they were, became that of her past, a constant reminder of the pain she had overcome. Yet, he didn't run. He loved her still, through every broken piece of glass, hoping to one day step on his last. But the view of her past continued to grow because the seeds she planted became the ones she chose. Not out of love but out of fear, so removing herself became her peer. To tell herself that he deserved better was easier than remembering why she wanted him near. In this season, she operated out of fear.
Written by: Prince of Nostalgia
It’s really a curse to be this indifferent yet resistant to the idea that we could be in love and so different. I write like I bleed, and your idea of conceptualization cages me. You’re attracted physically; I’m attracted mentally, so we keep missing the “WE.” It’s easier for humans to retreat than to open wounds and bleed so that another soul can rebuild more than you can see. However, what if that same fear is what have you here? Stuck running and pushing away every soul who tries to open your lock with their keys. Maybe life wants you to take a leap of faith and dig deeper than our social bait. I don’t want our love to be clickable; I rather create an indispensable magic. What if life wants us to allow this very magic to penetrate every sense of the term. Could you live with that?✍️🏾
Once upon a time, you thought I would lose me to find you. In the end, we ended up losing us. You couldn't see the authenticity in my simplicity, so no matter how many times I ever said we would figure this out, you could never hear the intentions that left my mouth. Each word turned into arguments that I question if not submitting to your thoughts is what started it. I don't mean to get poetic, but maybe you can feel the vibrations of my pen. See, even when you wanted me to lose, I prayed that you win. Living in this home is nothing like when we began. Lately, I've been questioning if loving you was a sin because putting you first made me lose sight of what's within. That very energy is connected to my purpose, so when we argue, you cut me deeper than my surface. Just look at me and tell me that I'm worth it, not that I'm perfect. What if losing you was my purpose, to teach me that I'm worth it? Could you live life knowing you deserved it?
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Written by: Prince of Nostalgia (4/29/20 • 11:30PM)
I’ve grown to an age that sex has really become a minimal energy, and if that’s all I have to offer you, then I don’t have much. I rather us read with one another to make sure we are both growing inside of “us.” I rather focus on the love instead of lust. See, there’s something magical about a human you can share your knowledge with. Someone who isn’t focused on what society tells us knowledge is. I rather feel you, and nothing about that statement is physical. I rather hear you, and everything about that statement is mental. Us being complacent in a world full of complacency is a shadow we can’t afford. Every stereotype is a perplexing perception of someone’s dislocated thoughts, and if you allow me to inspire and dismantle the idea that chivalry doesn’t exist, maybe we can — exist. I’m living in a time where I’ve learned to be humble and put my battle swords down in the name of love. But in a world of just “us,” how far could we run?✍🏾
She just wanted to attract the same energy she was giving out. See, her synergy was one of a kind, and she wasn't willing to settle for those who were blind to her nature. Even when the world laughed at her curls, or her she wore that crown with the special pearls, she was true to her being. For she knew that her magic far surpassed the challenges and TicToks, that perpetuated the same stigma that screamed, "TO BE BEAUTIFUL, I MUST BE ANYONE BUT ME." She was conscious; even it meant walking alone. She was loving even when she had the change to prove others wrong. For she was in tune with her spirit, so magically, she could hear it. She radiated a true bliss, like closing your eyes and visualizing that first kiss. She was confident in every way. She was beautiful, with the sight of no makeup on her face. She was just H.E.R., and every time she wrote, her heart spoke. She just prayed one day her true Prince would actually read what she wrote.
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Written by: Prince of Nostalgia (4/29/20 • 12:01AM)
