After You, I Don’t Know If I Believe In Love Or I Believe In How The Idea Of Having You Was More Appealing
After you, I don’t know if I believe in love or I believe in how the idea of having you was more appealing than being alone with myself. Still, I don’t blame you for leaving, who would want to stay to begin with? I dont even like myself.
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We may be just friends but I get butterflies in my stomach when you speak in German to me. Even more when you translate what I say from French.
Our back in forth conversations with google translate are the high light of my day
Misery is knowing that I'm always going to be your second choice. Because there is always someone better than me.
It's fine since I'm used to it now
You make me feel better even when everything in this world is wrong. Because you are my only right.
When you hug me
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This is where I post poetry, my thoughts, my side blog @obviousflirtations is where my fanfictions and one shots will be posted.
My love is like those storm clouds that refuse to look normal. Love is not normal. My love is a fire that demands to be fed. One that has a passion outside the bed that we won't lay in. My love is not interested about what's in your pants. It's interested in your mind. Your thoughts. Your feelings. My love is nothing like anything you've experienced because my love is not your ex's. My love is not your mother's. This is my love. And it is only for you.
C.M. Lawliet
Falling for you was the easiest thing I’ve done. Falling felt like going to bed after a long day. Like admiring nature after the hike to get there. It felt like knowing I was home after being away for so long. It felt like wishing I had gotten the courage to speak to you sooner.
I don't think you know how many times you've talked me off a ledge without even realizing it.
I really do need you
I'd like to say that I'm alive. But I can't. I feel more like a ghost as I walk through the halls, my touch barely changing anything as I go past. My voice only a whisper in the wind as I yell for help out of the repeating hell. Because to be alive, you just be doing something extraordinary. Otherwise, you become something of a shadow left to watch as everyone forgets about you.
I'd love to feel alive
"Thank you for putting a smile on my face even when I was one of the darkest places I have ever been."
- I forgot to thank you (via. Wounded-Writing)
I thought I had you, but also knew someone else would take you away just as you came.
-While you ignored me for her
