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“How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.”
— Khalil Gibran
its pouring/the sky is livid and I weep with her / liquefied pain floods the hollows beneath my eyes/ droplets fall in sync with the storm / i wish you were here to collect them/ store the parts of me that scream your name away in little jars on your nightstand/ a souvenir of your sins/you cuss every night/ they dont let you sleep / those fragile vials hold your guilt in splinters /it's hurting us both/I've moved on /so far away from what we used to be/ I'm tired of screaming/ you dont look me in the eye anymore/ wrecked /but you cant sleep/ am I keeping you up?/ guilt infused insomnia consumes you/ like you consumed me/ now you're drooling emptiness into my flesh / we're rotting, love/ I'm sorry I couldnt forgive you / maybe if I did I would've saved you/let me hold you one last time/it's the least I can do/ please /I want to kiss you / but your skin is cold and salt coats my tongue/ wait/ you're not breathing /is this goodbye?
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50 Cute Date Ideas
- taking a rain walk
- going to a library and showing each other their favourite books
- visiting a waterpark together
- taking a walk through a park or a forest and admiring the colors
- going to the zoo and pointing out the coolest animals
- playing disk golf together
- doing a scavenger hunt for cute little trinkets
- visiting a museum about something you know nothing about
- going to a bookshop and selecting books for each other
- having a picknick with lots of seasonal food
- visiting a brewery and doing a tasting
- going to a café with an amazing tea selection
- watching movies together while it storms outside
- visiting a park and playing basketball or football together
- going on a bicycle tour and finding new places
- making pottery together and carving in their initials as a memento for the cute date
- playing board games in a small café
- going thrift shopping together or checking out a flea market
- getting trash bags and cleaning up a public place together
- going on a night hike and enjoying the dark and silent world with just each other as company
- singing karaoke together
- going inline skating and trying not to fall too often
- swimming in a lake together
- visiting some old castles/churches/etc. they’ve always wanted to check out
- going to a fair and playing games and going on the Ferris wheel
- picking apples together
- taking a painting class and gifting each other the painting they made
- going to a concert of their favourite band
- playing paintball as a team or against each other
- going to the movies and buying their favourite treats
- watching the sunrise or sunset together
- cooking for each other and judging each other’s food like they’re on Top Chef
- going on hayrides
- visiting an escape room and trying to solve the puzzles
- going camping nearby and enjoying the time without distractions
- visiting an amusement park and going on all the fun rides
- going to a restaurant they’ve never been to and trying new food together
- trying to learn a new skill together
- doing a movie marathon with childhood favourites
- checking out all the wonderful plants in the botanical garden
- visiting an old cemetery and making up stories for the different graves
- going to a trampoline park together
- watching a drag show together
- renting a paddleboat and seeing how far they can go
- checking out lost places together
- doing a photo shoot at a cool location
- taking dance lessons together
- going on a guided city tour even if both grew up there
- doing a pub crawl and trying different drinks
- volunteering together for something that’s important to both of them
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Hand-holding
The purest form of human connection.
- tiny hands in big hands
- calloused hands in soft hands
- cold hands in warm hands
- hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding
- platonic hand-holding
- running their thumb over the other’s hand
- dancing with their hands holding onto each other
- squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement
- holding hands across the table
- happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go
- not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd
- possessive hand-holding
- linking hands together during sex
- grabbing hand to show them something
- loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap
- only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely
- holding hands while skating
- excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together
- playing with each other’s fingers
- pressing the other’s hand against their cheek
- holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall
- grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something
- holding hands under the table
- only realizing it when they have to let go
- standing in front of each other, holding both their hands
- holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together
- passionate hand-holding
- grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall
- holding hands while running through the rain
- brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second
- grabbing their hand to grab their attention
- not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands
- bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go
- holding hands while driving
- grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them
- unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping
- not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out
- swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children
- holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition
- letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it
- loosely holding onto each other’s hand
- dragging the other with them, holding their hand
- raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly
- holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together
- comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together
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“I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.”
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
I want to shatter your heart in the palm of my hand. i want to break you from the inside out. let me dig the base of my stiletto into your throat while you beg me for more. let the evil seep out of me and suffocate your lungs. once. just once. let me win.
I need you to be vulnerable with me. I need you to let me hurt you in ways you never thought were possible. carve my name into your chest and I'll tell you it isnt enough. you aren't enough. I'll tear your lips and nip at your flesh. tell me you want me. tell me you want nothing but me. no one but me. rip out your heart and place it in my hand. tell me it was mine to ever break anyways. whisper sweet nothings into my ears as I tell you you'll never be enough. as I tell you that you bore me. that you turn me into a monster, hell bent on seeking my revenge. I'm angry at the world. darling, you're my world.
im sorry
im sorry
im sorry.
god I love you I could never hurt you. let me cry myself to sleep every night. let me drown in my own pain. you'll never understand me. but heavens there isnt anything I wouldnt do to let you have a taste. just a sip from my cauldron of ache. you're so delicate. so pure. so unbroken. you have scratches. I have scars. let me tear open my skin and rearrange it onto yours. let me try and heal you. let me love you till you vomit. till you resent me for making you feel too full.
I love you
I love you
I love you.
do I? I dont know. it's so easy to say but so hard to feel. prove me wrong my love. set the world on fire for me. set me on fire for you. let my body burn and the ashes disappear into nothingness. I'm nothing. you're everything. I'll destroy you. I dont want to. I just need to know that you're mine. mine to love. mine to heal. mine to raze. I cant feel anything but pain. I want you to wear my skin for a while. walk around in it. i want you to know how to feels to be dancing on shards of glass, sipping arsenic and rolling on thorns.
hate
hate
so much hate.
your worst nightmare but somehow you're empty without me. god, baby. let me annihilate you, the way the world has annihilated me. we can love each other later, right? there's plenty of life left for that.
I wish to talk about death and pain and everything I'm feeling but I don't want to worry anyone but I also want to die and no one understands how desperately.
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I’m too disgusting to touch yet I need so much physical contact. I want someone to comfort me so bad, but how do I get that?
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Candy hearts scatter across the table like confetti
a sharp contrast between our warm evening tea
and your split lips birthing blood
as gently and as fondly as a new mother
(truly a sin to mutilate those heaven sent pillows of pink)
"you're ruining my silverware, sweetheart"
that's alright, I'm ruining you.
Another explosion of red splatters across the room
red red red
(a delightful daydream)
for someone as intellectually able as yourself
I must say, you disregarded the wrong clues
so focused in the make believe drama lain in those tabloids
your rose tinted glasses never gave you a chance
now it shall be me dancing on your grave
as the arsenic burns your throat
or so I thought
you flash me that god forsaken smile one last time
a silent signal that it was too late
you may have won this time, my love
but in our next life
I'll be sure you don't switch our drinks
I'm honestly so tired I really dont have the energy to be alive anymore gosh I just want some sort of sign or something. I'm not gonna kill myself but I've also never felt this dead inside I just cant anymore.
Delilah
your eyes hold depths that melt away into nothingness.
so empty.
so hollow.
the sapphires lay so comfortably in their beds of skin. what a shame would it be to bring them any sort of unrest.
you're going to be perfect, my doll. just perfect.
you always loved to dress up. pretending to be things you're not. but you are, darling. you're a cowboy and a princess. you're a pilot and you're a 50's housewife. you're everything you want to be. you're everything to me.
I miss you, delilah. you seem so far away at times. other times I can't bear to have you around me. you sit yourself on my chest like a demon in a nightmare, making me relive my wretched reality over and over.
I've always loved your hair. those ebony curls never fail to entice me as they fall softly down your naked body.
striking.
you lay next to me in the deepest slumber known to man yet you're alive. so full of life.
you look your best in ox blood red.
again, striking.
you said youd bathe in those colors for me, remember?
you kept your word, love. I made sure of it.
my eyes burn but I don't blink. I refuse to disrespect your body that way. you're my angel and you're my demon. but most of all, you're mine.
my pretty little dead girl.
Dorian
I was a presence so exquisitely divine. A delicacy adorned with flowers, glimmering in shades that melted into summer kisses. Your lips suckling my skin. My honey coating your tongue, slipping down your throat.
Burning.
Soothing.
Burning.
Our very existence. That very moment. We were the epiphany of love. Your touch mimicking the diamonds that drip down candles. That satisfying tingle of pain and pleasure, of fear and longing. We breathe as one. The colors of joy and life jive effortlessly with the deathly cold hues that drown in destruction.
You'd expect some sort of heroic stance, where the antagonist is rescued from their uncoerced fall into their chasm of hatred. Their demons swallowing them whole, and their morals being ripped to shreds straight from the bone.
They say I look like a cherub. Surrounded by metaphorical hearts and literal arrows. Alternating between a vicious cycle of breaking and healing. A chore wholly dependant on her mood and the direction of wind. A classic tale of a broken boy and his perfect saviour.
"You're good for nothing, Dorian."
Alas, the definition of perfect lies among humankind, an ever-evolving embodiment of its abstract, gnomic and very much illusory semblance.
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Sensual Garden
your words cultivate my body
into a vast garden
tended by an avid gardener's care
seasoned hands bedeck my fields
in hyacinths, lilies, and daffodils
my eyes and cheeks arrayed
in swathes of color
a canvas path splayed
with your artistry
through fingers you erect
a hanging bridge dangling
from my breasts
serpentining through hosts of trees
atop a rushing ravine
such dramatic whimsy
suspends my breath
how your natural hands express
my bounty in
each blossom's fragrance
through fluttering leaves
your lips possess a heightened understanding
of what a place love can be
you carve into
my hip
a Japanese
bridge
the crescent
arch
reflected
in the water's counter image
to form our moon's fullness
these ripened sensations
cast dew upon
my lashes and lips
damp from night's thickening air
you are the conductor
of my blooming season,
whose orchestral timing
arouses from my flesh speckled
foxgloves and contoured tulips
such musical themes erupt in me
through your color's symphony
and when light
descends we form
a lover's nest
swaddled in trees
Rhapsodyinblue45
Image: Fine Art of America
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Prompt: I love the feast of color and smell of a beautifully cultivated Japanese garden with bridges and alcoves you can become lost within. I pictured a lover who cultivates a garden out of his love. She becomes his art and passion as his artistry sculpts her into a symbol of love's patient and attentive beauty similar to the story of Pygmalion.
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Sweet Home Alabama
Taurus in the year of the rabbit