how to write a love poem
gut yourself like a fish.
stare at your organs.
describe the pretty colors.
use a metaphor.
Sometimes people leave you
Questioning all of your instincts
Because you thought you knew
You thought you felt it
You thought you could trust yourself
You thought it was real
And then reality stepped in and showed you
An entirely different view
A painful view
A view you do not care for
A view you cannot unsee
And it hurts
And it bleeds
And you need someone to blame
So you blame yourself
This is how people get lost
This is how I got lost
This is soo real. Internet friends are a blessing in disguise.
Having internet friends is an experience. Did you eat today? I can’t believe your sister hasn’t apologized yet, what a bitch. Drink a glass of water right now. Want to see a cat picture? I love you. I know you better than your parents. I don’t know your name. I’m having a rough day, can you talk to me about your favorite videogame? I love you. Good morning means good night means good afternoon means go to sleep. Here’s a doodle I made in class. I’m stealing your clothes as we speak, they’re so pretty. I love you. I love your pet. What does your hair look like? I’d love to see that weird leaf. I love you. I’m making you your favorite food. Thank you for holding my secrets for me. I love you. We’re having a coffe date. I love you. I’m giving you a screen-sized hug. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I can kill the desire, but I can’t kill the tenderness, the need to touch you when your eyes are dark, when you are pale.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1947
do you weep
I do :)
"...And you, what would you do for Love?"
Forgive.
If the storm subsides,
i will have no reason to fight.
to live.
Love ya.
@star-x-girl
@realnaaanna
@pitoftheplum
no offense but you’re lovely and you matter a lot
torn apart.
forever you say,
but not till the end, right ?
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
– Franz Kafka