Last night I had a dream that Obama showed up at my house while I was crying and he sat next to me on my bed and asked what was wrong so I was like “I’m overworking myself and I’m stressed” so he looked me in the eye, gently held my hand and said, “I think you need to take a break. Even if you love what you’re doing, you need time to relax. Even in the most beautiful song, if you hold a note for too long it just becomes noise.” and that shit was so deep I woke up crying.
"Of all flowers: you"
— Kim Addonizio, from 'You Were', Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems
It's my nature to stay in my corner and watch the others. I enjoy my little observations.
–Colette, tr. by Matthew Ward, from The Collected stories; “The Accompanist”.
"If you must die sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part."
– Keaton Henson
― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea
[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]
What is life like when nobody loves you?
It burns. It is when nobody says happy birthday. It is when family members say they love you yet don't show it. They don't know how to love you, and that is the same as not loving you. It is being alone at lunch. It is being alone and lonely all the time. It is spending hours online finding out how others managed to cope with the stinging feeling you get before you go to bed when your head starts spinning with all the evil truths that nobody cares about you. Sure, some may say they do, but who wants to listen to you talk about your passions? Who wants to help you out? nobody. Nobody even wants to take time out of their day to spend it with you. It's reading books on how to make friends. It's crying for hours wondering why nobody even likes you, much less loves you. It's changing appearances and attitudes only to be rejected and alone and remain unloved. It's questioning who you are entirely, it's masking who you are and changing who you are and feeling likw you're crazy. It's wishing you could be okay with the fact that nobody loves you but it still feels like a hot hand gripping your throat and a heavy weight on your chest. It's replaying every comment in your head over and over. It's terrible, you can't talk with anyone about it because nobody cares. It hurts, God it hurts.
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enemies to lovers be like honey (derogatory) to honey (affectionate) and friends to lovers be like i love you (platonic) to i love you (romantic) and i am a complete sucker for both.
You cannot decide the bigness of another person's problems.
Credits to Nikita Gill for helping me put this into words
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It'll be alright. Ik it's hard. Ify. Your problems are problems. Hang in there buddy