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[poems-and-words]

[mytenwordstoryig]

I screamed for your love, all you did was whisper. {e.p}

(via mytenwordstoryig)

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Prompt. The way she makes you feel the happiness you get with the simplest touch she gives

[I’ve never done this, but it seems fitting: I’m going to mashup the two prompts above]

Today she gave me a nightingale in a wire cageTonight I will give her a moon tattooA blinking light in the distanceWhen she walks into the room

Our nightingale sings like spinning glassThe notes are nearly as soft as her handsBoth pique my nerves to ecstasyBoth bring me to my knees

Where tears have short falls to her feetWhere the desert of my heart fills an oasisHer touch is wet, warm, aromatic, dreamsNightingale feathers to skin    She closed her eyes    When she touched me

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[livingnotjustsurviving]

[bigbootybitch73]

He laughs at me like its no big deal…

[whiskeyatdawn]

I wrote this when I was drunk and I refuse to re read it.

One whole year And look where I am Just as fucking lost As I was back then. You ripped my heart out And gave me hope And ripped it out once more How could I be so fucking blind So stupid So naive You said you don’t think That I could be the one You can’t even promise me Tomorrow No matter how much I Tell you I care It meant nothing It all meant nothing I am a fool So dumb to keep Holding onto hope You will never be What I thought we could be Now all I need Is to believe I deserve better

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“She laughed a lot when she was sad,” I began, “and she would quiver like a frightened rabbit at the roar of thunder.” “One afternoon, I was washing the dishes when a loud clap of thunder suddenly vibrated the entire house. The next thing I knew, she launched herself at me and hugged me so tightly, I could actually feel her heart pounding hard against my back and the muscles in her quivering. It took her quite a while to calm down after that.” “I guess that’s when I started to want her,” I said with a half smile, “I started wanting to drown myself in her sudden outbursts of laughter when she saw something funny or when she thought of something that had happened years ago. She wouldn’t care if people were to stare at her like she was a lunatic for that.” “I started to want her cheerful days and crying nights. I even grew to want her when she buried her face in her hands out of shyness or embarrassment. Or the way she yelled my full name whenever she wanted to tell me something funny or serious.” “I started to want her when she told me she wouldn’t care about me but she got mad after she found out that I had a tendency to skip my breakfast. I started to want her when she grabbed my arms while I was punching the wall out of anger. She then brought my hands to her face and gently pressed her lips against the scraped areas near my bleeding knuckles. I started to want everything about her. I started wanting to have her then.” “However, life is complicated,” I sighed, “not everything will go the way you want them to and all good things will come to an end.” “But I still want her on this very day, despite everything.”

L.W. // Forgotten Words #60 // Some things are just not meant to be (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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[offcenterwriting]

I’m still beating myself up for confessing I loved you, and you don’t even remember my name— and that’s beautiful. The sun feels so sour sometimes when it goes down too early; I’ve survived another day and I wonder how you’re feeling when you pass me in the hallway. * I tell myself that I know what love is, but if it’s not wanting to hug you and hurt you at the same time then I don’t know what it is. Where’s the line between passion and obsession when I’m writing the same poems two years later? I still sleep in your red sweater. * I’m sorry for being myself, for being so unstable, for replaying the day you grabbed my from my boyfriend and kissed me in the hall— poems don’t feel good, anymore. And I wish I could forget, but I’ve crystalized my failures in a public notebook, so maybe this was meant to happen. * I don’t know you/I never did/and I don’t want to but I dreamed of all the things we could have been, and I still kick myself for breaking that.

I Still Love You When the Sun Goes Down. (via offcenterwriting)

[just-six]

Because of you, I’m this way.

a six word story by a-place-2-belong (via just-six)

[poems-and-words]

[iam-good-enough]

I was in pain and you seemed koay about it

[kushandwizdom]

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[poems-and-words]

[kushandwizdom]