I walk down memory lane because
I love running into you
Rose tinted memories come flooding in
And I have you back for a few
Its hard to think
That not everything is cataclysmic
That the universe didn't plan for us
When all the pieces seemed to have fallen into place
Wrong person right timing?
Maybe next time around
When you're brought into my orbit
Ill have new moons and might finally know my place in this galaxy
But will our gravity be enough to make you stay
3 years ago I wasn't enough
3 hours ago I was too much
And what a shame
I had already imagined us
I dont know if I loved you, or the space you filled
In my bed, in my head, in my heart
And I can still see it
Concerts in your boxers and rooftop philosophies
I loved the thought of being with you
Or maybe it was the thought of not being on my own anymore
Alone
In my bed, in my head, in my heart
How do I ask the universe for anything other than you?
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IMBIMHIMH 28/12/21
a comic about cuddles
Don’t Take Anything Personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering
These I have loved
A great tall girl, full of blue
Inviting lips, sweet to the eye but never tasted
Glasses that were black but now are pink
A voice of the ocean, Like waves hitting the breakwater
Of hair so perfect, Aphrodite should blush
A figure akin to the sun setting on the horizon
A connection so deep, the ocean has nothing on it
The future that lights up my nighttime
A conversation of Apple's and taste
Two people so together- hot and cold water
The sound of soothing poetry
A great tall girl
Yes,
These I have loved
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Her: I wish someone would take me out on a date
Me: well my lady, let's go out
Her: you are asking me out, are you going joking or...
Me: well no if you say yes to my date
Her: you are crazy
Me: I have to go...
I have a pain
in my chest
Some longing in my heart,
an emptiness inside me
I’ve waited so patiently,
and still I wait
I wait for you to arrive
At the rendezvous in the dark morning
In blazing glory and dark
stubble.
I wait for you at the end
of sentences,
on the side of the road,
in the dead of night.
Most often than not we don't own the way we feel, and to be not in control of your emotions is an all too frequent and sad thing, scary too
VM
Just A 23 Year Writing To Stay Relevant, discovering the meme-ing of life along the way - Let's Not Talk Anymore 🌻
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