I like you and I shouldn’t. And that’s the most and least of my problems right now. There are just some things you keep to yourself for the sake of others. This type of selfless takes effort.
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I like you and I shouldn’t. And that’s the most and least of my problems right now. There are just some things you keep to yourself for the sake of others. This type of selfless takes effort.
What we deserve.
I let too many people who didn’t deserve my love hurt me. Now I can’t let the one man that loves me truly, do the thing that him and I both deserve. Be in love.
—excerpt from a story I’ll never write
-Madifx98
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If my heart was a home it would be blue with white shutters.
A room for every person who held a piece of me,
A box in the back of the closet for every person who left their piece of me in pieces.
If my heart was a home
My memories of you would be sprouting roots in the backyard, planted long ago like some mission to move on, only,
The flowers that bloom in your name i still pick and press and leave on the windowsill;
The scent of you filling the halls,
I breathe in deep.
If my heart was a home, my wants I lacked the courage to express lie in secret, lost in the labyrinth,
Every once in a while these wants-
They pant and groan,
they drip they stutter they gasp,
they make the flesh of me softer and softer still,
they make the walls ache so much they begin to sway in the breeze, shifting the halls until
I dont even know myself anymore.
And I say, thats fine, thats okay.
Ill repaint the stairwell,
Ill bake peach cobbler,
Ill uproot the entire fucking garden and rip out every last soft,
Every dewy, open mouthed gaze that brings me back to
My quivering knees/ my grip on the sink and your hands digging into my body and you and you and you and-
If my heart was a home,
I would burn the damn thing to the ground."
-Morgan Soto (via Morgan-the-carrot)
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