The girl who escaped

A melancholic little elephant.

[thebadhobbit]

To the person I broke

You are the kindest soul

A light is burning inside you

But all you see

Is darkness

 I was in color

Bright enough to hurt your eyes

You saw right through me

No sparks, not even lies

 I am meant for savannas

You are designed for winters

I am damaged

Butterfly, you are only starting to flutter

 Please don’t let yourself be tired

To see the wonderful

Save yourself from me

Sunshine, I am grateful

(Dear Laurence)

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I want

You to tell me that I need to get rid of my fever or else I won’t get kisses tomorrow

You to tell me I’m the fairest of them all, even if it’s just for you

You to hug me when I’m staring in blank space again

You to grip on my hand when I want to leave, I’m always in need of chasing

You to tell me that you wouldn’t bother looking for anyone else because I’m already too much

You to love me and help keep my pieces together

You to give me the warmth that I have been always longing for

You to watch every movie that I want to watch, mostly because I need to express my emotions

You to be worth running to when I want to cry because you’ll give me the warmest hugs

You to love me and keep your promises, because I believe that promises are meant to be kept

Lastly, I want you to replace want with need.

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I am a person with a dire need for love.

But you can’t give any.

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I would want you to see me sitting on a stool eating stale bread for breakfast as you wrap your arms on my skeleton and kissed my chapped morning lips, taking pictures of cats that wound-up on the streets of a foreign country while the clicks of my camera echo on the sewers down below, listening to an opera with gently closed eyes and painted red lips because that is how I fit in on this world that you have understood, crying to Sleepless in Seattle because I believe that happy endings are just illusions but people still go on and find it when the truth is; if it’s true happiness, it won’t end, it will only continue.

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Breaths

She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw

Euphoria on the streets

In her hands just as raw

Everything was always there not behind

The background was only there

Because he was kind

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#748

One of the things I like about you is how long you take to read what I make, whether it be a poem, short story or etc. You always take time. Well, more than I do. I dunno. I don’t usually take the time to notice how long other people take to read things. But with you, I do. There’s something about you that keeps me noticing the little things, that makes me want to know more (I know there’s more)-- I want to know why you take time to read my works. Are you doing it because you want to go swim deep and see a flashback of when I wrote it? How do you read it? Do you read it twice (or thrice) or do you read it slowly and feel the spaces between the words I used?

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She said goodbye to innocence and waved hello to knowing better.

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Her: I am the ocean, and you are land. We'll never be as one.

Him: But what about the houses? The mud that covers swamps like big blankets?

Her: Through time, water dries and there's only the ground left.

Him: But we are not elements of nature-

Her: Wake up.

We are, darling. We always were.

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*drinks Swiss Miss intensely*

*dies*

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You’re coffee,

dark and mysterious

You’re tea,

a little sweet, sometimes bitter

You’re water,

often clear, occasionally dirty

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Oh, psh. I can always get HIMYM to crack me up.

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I’ve been so used to your lies, he’s hurting me with the truth.

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o h ,   d a r l i n g i f   s t a r s   c o u l d   s h i n e a n d   i t s   l i g h t c o u l d   s u r p a s s   l i g h t y e a r s

y o u   c a n   g l i m m e r a n d   s o m e d a y c a l l   y o u r s e l f   h i s.

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Cities or even countries away,

my love won’t sway.

Photo by Digi Hiiragi

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I am not waiting for you to get me a string quartet with blue instruments and a living room full of red roses. I am simply waiting for your soul to meet mine once again after the couple of days I've been dying/waiting.

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I'm glad.

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I’ve been staring at you while you send me tensions with a blinking vertical line and a white canvas for words.