“Actually,” she said to him, running her hands through her wavy hair, “I am quite thankful for the fact that you left.”

“Because if you didn’t leave, I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be happy with myself, and to love just myself.”

“So yeah,” she gave him a smile,

“Thank you for that.”

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #101 // “I found myself in the midst of losing you”

Somedays
you will feel lonely
lonely and empty and lost
when you are far from alone
and somedays
you will be happy
happy and excited and comfortable
without another needing soul
wrapped around yours
around to remind you of your joy

I must learn how
to seek out love
without feeling like I am crawling
and begging for something
I no longer deserve
and I have to discover
how to leave the love of others
for a time
without fearing
I’ll never be allowed to return

—  A.O.A.M. || Alone and Not

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

—  Pablo Neruda, from “I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair”
How many nights do I fall asleep thinking of you? Only the ones when I’m not so exhausted I can’t stay awake. How many dreams have you woven your way into? Every night, every place my subconscious can imagine you being. How many ways have I imagined you falling in love with me? Enough that if it ever were to happen, it wouldn’t even be a surprise.
I think we all just want someone who can see the beauty we can’t see in ourselves.
Not someone that romanticizes the mess and calls it beautiful, but someone that walks boldly into our brokenness, sees us spread-eagle in the middle of the wreckage and says that we’re worth salvaging.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (204/366)

1:00 pm

You throw your head back laughing
And struggle to take a breath, 
While tears well up in your eyes
From the happiness of the moment

7:00 pm

You scream the song at the top of your lungs 
And dance like a fool,
While the day slowly turns to night
Forgetting all your problems

1:00 am

You hide your face in your hands,
Hoping that it might shield you from the hurt
While tears well up in your eyes 
From the emptiness you feel

7:00 am

You try to stop screaming at the top of your lungs
And slowly dry your tears 
While the endless night finally turns to day,
Wishing you could forget all your problems

—  A.P
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i’m so proud of these girls!!!!!!!! this is jessica romoff and mila cuda in their poem “exes”

empty promises; untied shoelaces,
broken bones—mending wounds.
soft pillows on softer sheets
and sifting sunlight between clouds.
autumn leaves, blowing bubbles,
eating ice cream on a hot day.
falling, and falling,
deeper and deeper in love;
the anticipation of whether
or not you will catch me.

saturated memories,
tinted blue with gray hinges.
chaste kisses.
moonlit sonatas and
sunlit daydreams—
words laced with sleep.

afternoon picnics;
a good book, around good
people in a good place.
living.

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