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beapamplona
beapamplonahas quoted3 years ago
Do you know that feeling? When it’s like you’ve lost something but can’t remember what it was. It’s as though you’re trying so desperately to think of a word but it won’t come to you.
Dee
Deehas quoted4 months ago
I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
Dee
Deehas quoted4 months ago
You said no matter how many times you erased me from your phone, you would still recognize that number when it flashed on your screen.
Alisa Krupitskaya
Alisa Krupitskayahas quoted6 months ago
Her Words

Love a girl who writes

and live her many lives;

you have yet to find her,

beneath her words of guise.

Kiss her blue-inked fingers,

forgive the pens they marked.

The stain of your lips upon her—

the one she can’t discard.

Forget her tattered memories,

or the pages others took;

you are her ever after—

the hero of her book.
Gel Camallere
Gel Camallerehas quoted10 months ago
it’s strange how the smallest things can wreck a ship. Like a rock, or a wave, or a hairline crack in the hull.
afatiyeva
afatiyevahas quotedlast year
One day he will find you. He will touch you and you will feel a lifetime of indifference—of apathy melt away in a single moment. And you will ache for him. You will love him, in the way you walk a tightrope—in the way people learn to fall asleep in a war zone. You will bleed for him until the day he is gone. You will bleed for him every day after that. The time will pass and you will feel robbed—and you will grow bitter. You will ask why, but you won’t get an answer. And that is when the words will come.
Cyn
Cynhas quoted3 years ago
You were the storm that changed the skyline
gandagandasandi
gandagandasandihas quoted3 years ago
Forget her tattered memories, or the pages others took;you are her ever after—the hero of her book
Abril Noh
Abril Nohhas quoted16 days ago
And as you are sitting there alone and hurting, I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
Abril Noh
Abril Nohhas quoted16 days ago
The one where there weren’t any candles—just you walking late at night through the city streets with your heart in pieces, wanting to give yourself to the first stranger who called you beautiful.
akirapascual
akirapascualhas quoted2 months ago
You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.
I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.
Rishika Dembani
Rishika Dembanihas quoted3 months ago
I did not take you with me,

but you were never left behind.
Rishika Dembani
Rishika Dembanihas quoted3 months ago
The Poet

Why do you write? he asked.

So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply.

Because you won’t take it from me.
Rishika Dembani
Rishika Dembanihas quoted3 months ago
A Way Out

Do you know what it is like,

to lie in bed awake;

with thoughts to haunt

you every night,

of all your past mistakes.

Knowing sleep will set it right—

if you were not to wake.
Rishika Dembani
Rishika Dembanihas quoted3 months ago
A Dedication

She lends her pen,

to thoughts of him,

that flow from it,

in her solitary.

For she is his poet,

And he is her poetry.
Rishika Dembani
Rishika Dembanihas quoted3 months ago
It was just an ending, they tell me, not the end.
Dee
Deehas quoted4 months ago
Sad Things

Why do you write sad things? he asked. When I am here, when I love you.

Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you. It is inevitable. But please understand; from the moment I met you, I stopped writing for the past. I no longer write for the present. When I write sad things, I am writing for the future.
Dee
Deehas quoted4 months ago
Sad Things

Why do you write sad things? he asked. When I am here, when I love you.

Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you. It is inevitable. But please understand; from the moment I met you, I stopped writing for the past. I no longer write for the present. When I write
Dee
Deehas quoted4 months ago
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another.
Dee
Deehas quoted4 months ago
It was like hearing every good-bye ever said to me—said all at once.
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