#unrequieted

[fedupwithyou]

I love

until I break.

Like a merry-go-round,

I keep coming back

to you.

[stardustthroughthecracks]

I want you to want me, damn the consequences.

[watchingtheworldend]

the way i miss you, i can't talk about it without breaking down. it's the way the sky would miss the sun if it ceased to rise and the way the forests would miss the birds if they ceased to chirp. you made me happy, what am i to do without my happiness?

[oxytocin-wthdrwls]

I want to devour you

Savoring every inch of skin softened by the shae butter that still lies atop the funky dresser.

Everything you do makes my mind race a million places and back in half an instant

And I catch my breath, before you suck it up along with my soul and the last bit of pride left in my body

The same body that now refuses another’s touch

Despite the fact that you didn’t ask for this and in spite of my every objection.

Who am I to you?

Even a fraction of what you are to me?

It’s okay, I know we are nothing.

Empty calories to a starved gut.

Yet every message I hope is from you,

and inevitably feel the sting of disappointment when reality strikes me across the face.

[dadaaesthetic]

[lumiel-morningstar]

[rsblmng]

Lonely boy turns into lonely man -

lonely boy with ever-empty hands.

Lonely boy ripped from his mother -

lonely boy who never believed love from another.

Lonely boy who was so sweet -

lonely boy, now picking blood from his teeth.

Lonely boy, let reason wake.

Lonely boy, let go of your heartbreak.

Lonely boy, you’re all I hold dear.

Lonely boy, you’re all that I fear.

Lonely boy, enshrouded with sorrow -

lonely boy, don’t leave me tomorrow.

Lonely boy, please don’t go.

Lonely boy, I love you so.

Lonely boy, please trust my love.

Lonely boy, aren’t I enough?

[butternuggets-blog]

I'm not typically one for adding to the mythology of a kink, but here we are...

I would like to offer a new twist on hanahaki. Instead of the flowers disappearing as soon as love becomes requited, what if the flowers crumble and wilt, and turn into a sugary, pleasant-tasting liquid that soothes the torn throat of the sufferer upon the lovers' first kiss?

Or, if they're holding hands instead, a slow wave of warmth spreads up through their body, from their clasped hands, and melts the flowers instead. Like the world's warmest, most loving hug.

BTW if anyone actually uses this in their story I'd be very interested to know 😄😁