Okay These 3 Notes Mean That This Isn’t Awful So Thank U. This Will Probably The Only Poem I Write.

“living for the hope of it all” headers

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having anxious attachment styles SUCKS especially with long distance relationships bc yeah we’ve only been talking/dating for 2 months but you called me 3 days in a row bc last week on your way home from work and you message me consistently but i’ve only met you once or twice and now i feel ridiculous for missing you and feeling unmotivated to do anything now that it’s over

Linda in the background

Linda : bobby, do you need any help?

Bob trying his best: no linda, I got it!

Gene: Onward!! To the kitchen!!

Bob is trying to be a great dad and give his kids good childhood memories

in case you didn’t know, i’m fucking gay

he ended things with me today

note: it’s not his fault at all, it wasn’t mutual but it was for his own personal reasons which i understand but it still hurts

okay so this guy i’m dating told me to write him a poem bc i did ONE assignment on poetry for my english degree and he thinks i’m a poet.

fast forward weeks later and i finally thought of something that doesn’t start with “roses are red, violets are blue”

anyways i’m posting it here. idk if it’s any good, i trust tumblr not to judge me. yes it is sickeningly cute, i apologise in advance. (there is no title yet)

although we’ve known each other less than a while

everyday you make me smile

and that makes it worth every mile

that’s between us across this silly isle

p.s. idk whether to add any other stanzas or if it’s fine as it is 🥹

this is khonshu btw 🥹

i miss my cat, khonshu, so here are some things about him that just make sense; he’s a black cat

would hide away and sneak on my other pets until he finally had his chance to just *BAP* and add a little bit of trauma to their lives

would never let me bathe him BUT would LOVE washing himself in dirty dish water ????

didn’t know how to meow so just grunted whenever he needed to make an announcement

would make a squeak whenever landing on any surface

cling onto my arm for dear life while we slept

this and when the hurt wasn't intended and wasn't their fault

Wanting to be comforted by the person who hurt you is a different type of pain..