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I want to write things that make people feel like they're being held.

[wordslikeflowers]

We can at the very least choose how gently, or how aggressively, we blow this flame out, if that's how it needs to be.

[wordslikeflowers]

I want to be held. I want to be kissed. I want to be fucked. Remember when holding each other was our only way of saying I love you? Remember when you held my face and kissed me like I would vanish into thin air at any given moment? Remember when we would tear at each other's clothes hungrily, anywhere, anytime?

[wordslikeflowers]

Our love language is lost, the words we spell out to each other is a foreign kind of Braille, I can't hear what your tongue says when you kiss me anymore, me head, my lips, (when was the last time you kissed my neck, my shoulder, my hip, every inch of me?) I think we are blind to each other- (when did we smile with our eyes last, I can't remember). I think we don't know where to look, where our hands go anymore (if not locked with each other), we don't know what to do with this thick air in between us (we had so many stories in the silence), We used to be so good at this. You used to tell me things ("you and I, it doesn't change" "I am so happy with you" "I love you" "always" "yes" "how are you feeling today?") and I used to hear you, ("look at me, I love you."). Then again. You said it yourself... "used to" is a terrible place to exist, because it doesn't exist anymore.

[nich0lle]

No book will be enough to read about love language- OUR love language. Do you remember? When we carved words into each other's backs from all those embraces we couldn't hold back. Do you remember the hour long conversations we had with just a passing glance? Do you remember the love, all that love, we spilled into the air between us with just a smile? I do.

“You used to tell me things,” I say. “You used to listen,” you reply.

“Used to is a terrible place to exist, because it doesn’t exist anymore.”

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The tips of your fingers over the hill of my hip, the mountain of my shoulder, in the haze of half sleep. My lips over the river of your neck, the sky of your back. The tiniest of touches create the biggest adventures

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I let go, I let go. I love you in this moment. So let's grow, yes?

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This night, I will touch you more lightly, kiss you more slowly. Because I feel our time is running short. I have to kiss you a little more, so I can keep it with me even if we have to leave. (It's okay if I forget one day right? I don't want to forget.) "it's like we are dancing," you whispered to me, you held my hand against your chest and we stayed like that for a few more minutes, we danced in your bed, in the dark... and I kissed you very slowly.

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I used to paint you in my head as an autumn forest, in my dreams you were a golden room with raspberries, olive green and burnt wood. You’re no longer my painting, or my poetry. You are sweat, you are drunken tears on Christmas Day, you are seed on my belly, you are an exasperated sigh, you are morning breath, you are blood, you are a gravelly voice saying “I am tired” “I love you” “I am frustrated” “I had one beer” “I am all or nothing”. You are so much more red, and real, you are bigger than anything I can create.

Masterpiece.

[wordslikeflowers]

I promise I'll learn to carry myself better so you will never have to. I can't carry you, but I promise I will try to be a good whisper in your ear. You will never have to be alone.

[wordslikeflowers]

(( I don't want the resentment. I don't want to be angry anymore. I don't want us to have this fucking wall between us. Can we just go back to being friends again? I miss my friend. I miss my friend. ))

[wordslikeflowers]

(When was the last time you asked me "how are you?" When was the last time you told me "I love you." When was the last time I made you feel at peace?) (( I don't remember ))

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I’ve sewn my shadow to yours and I have forgotten how it feels to live in the sun.

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How can a smile stop the world, make everything feel right, and break you to bits all at once? When was the last time this happened? Have you really been smiling like this the whole time?

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I swear, some days I believe I'll break my heart a thousand small times, over and over for you, again. And always again.

You are my strangest adventure.

[wordslikeflowers]

This is not a shipwreck. It is the ocean itself. Pulling tides. Friends with the moon. It storms. It rests. It soothes.

[wordslikeflowers]

There was a time I could see the shipwreck from the shore.

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(You're going to lose me, and I should admire you because you show no fear. You're so good at showing no fear.)