One day, one rhyme- Day 1028 'The Earth and the Moon'

The day that the earth met the moon
Was the frosty 13th of June.
Saw his face in the sky
Though she didn’t know why,
‘Twas clear their hearts played the same tune.

The day that the moon met the earth
He realized his past had been dearth
That he now felt at ease,
His heart lost in her seas
They lived ever after in mirth.

Dear Future Lover: I’m Not Afraid

People say they want to experience the depths of you.
Yet they don’t travel beyond the surface.
Instead they stay in the shallow end, nervous.
But me,
I’m not afraid to dive into your depths.
I’m not afraid to hold my breath.
I’m not afraid of being brave and taking the risk,
because when we kiss, you leave me in bliss.
I’m not afraid to give constructive criticism; I’ll let you know
because I will always support you and help you grow.
I’m not afraid of facing the trials and tribulations,
because ups and downs are needed to build healthy relations.
I’m not afraid of the tests, that will come our way
because by your side I will always stay.


I miss those days hiding in your room
Playing with knives, talking of doom
How i’d tickle you and you’d squeak
You would turn, to slip me a peek

The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak

I miss those those restless nights
I didn’t care how hard were your bites
How you used to be such a geek
The way your lips pursed, the technique

The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak

I miss the hours in each others bed
Only now, i realize you never would’ve fled
It’s just that you were so unique
Even the way you held your physique

The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak

I really miss all the random sex
All those positions, so complex
Who knew you would be such a freak
Oh how i used to make you squeak

The mind is willing, and the flesh isn’t weak

What i miss the most is that smile
Or is it the way you’d flinch your nose?
The way you followed my lips wanting more?
The surprise bite attacks?
That you understood i was a unicorn?
That we were going to conquer the universe?
The attempts to punch me by surprise?
The way you giggled when i tickled you?
The way you wanted to hold my hand, so i’d never let go?
Maybe it’s simply how patient you were with me…

It doesn’t matter now
You’ve got a spot anyhow



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I’m needy.

There, I said it. But it doesn’t mean what you think it means. It doesn’t mean I want to deprive you from your friends and family. It means I want to feel like you want me to be part of your daily life just like they are. I want you to bring me to family holidays so your great aunt can ask about my name. I want you to hold my hand while we’re sitting on the couch of your grandparents house and they’re telling stories about you when you were four years old. I don’t want you to hold me. I want you to figure out how my body works and show me affection. I want your hand on my back, asking me about the scar on the back of my arm. I want you stroking my hair while you tell me all the things you think about late at night. I don’t want you to coddle me. I don’t want you to constantly text me. I just want you to tell me when you make it home so I know you’re safe for the night. I want you to tell me about the bad day you had and how you found out your grandpa has cancer. I want to know how all of this makes you feel. I don’t want be another “needy” girl to you. I want to be entirely yours, and most of all, I need to know that you are entirely mine.

So yeah, I guess I’m a little “needy.”

—  Needy
i lost you between the pages
of goodbye poems
i had already written
i’m sorry–
i tend to let go of people
before they have the chance
to let go of me.
—  poeticallyordinary
Wrap your arms around me, I’ll wrap my arms around you, and for just a little while, we can pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
For a little while, we can disappear.
Now that’s what I call magic.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (247/366)
i let him inside last night, it was cold,
the blood on the living room carpet is mine
not his, his chipped china face
shouldn’t be there, his sing-song voice
shouldn’t echo where it doesn’t belong.
he shouldn’t belong here.
i let him closer to my heart than any other
childhood memory martyr,
any other missing fragment, fractured
glass shard fingernails digging into flesh,
this mighty muscle has become so raw
i doubt healing will be an option.
i miss him.  i miss feeling fields of strawberry lips
swaying, lulling me to sleep in his arms,
strong trees that planted roots among my own.
“its only dirt” he’d said,
but this dirt was my only home.
i can’t plant flowers here anymore.
his roots sucked the soil dry, void of happiness,
i can’t grow gardens anymore. spots of orange light
still shine through drawn curtains,
but the setting sun is not enough. this isn’t enough.
it was never enough.
i was never enough.
—  poeticallyordinary; Love, Lover, Loved, Lost.

i dont love you anymore but i still see you in my sleep sometimes. i keep thinking about how in love we were and how many chances i gave you and how many times you let me down. the hardest thing to do is leave someone you love, but by the time i left, there was nothing about you worth loving.

You are, my love, a constellation
The intricate, complexing conversation
An object worthy of fixation
My one, my true, my inspiration
—  Newfound Love // A.S
It’s so sad to me that this generations idea of romance is centered around texts. I don’t want you to just text me. I want you be curious about me, I want you to watch me and discover all of my little quirky details. I want you to sit with me in my car in the middle of the night while I yell about the bad day I had. I want to hold hands in the movies. I want little kisses between sentences. I want you to fall for me– but not for my words that appear on your phone screen. I want you to discover me.
—  Romance is over

NaLu and StarCo

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