Harry Styles / Two Ghosts

recently came across The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket which screams love in every possible way. So I had to make my own version of it. Dramatically speaking: An homage if I may.

The Beatrice Letters: Unsent

I will love you if this is the last time I get to tell you, and I will love you if this is the only time I get to tell you that I do. I will love you as an empress loves her emperor, and as the emperor loves his subjects, and as his subjects love their empire. I love you as a moth loves flame and as flame loves metal. I love you as a warrior loves her sword and as the sword loves to draw blood. I will wait for you as Olaf waits for summer and as a pied cuckoo waits for rain. I will love you if our forever starts today, I will love you if our forever ends today, and I will love you if we never even stood a chance.

I love you as the sun loves the sea and as the sea loves the salt. I will love you as long as it takes to separate the salt from the sea and the salt from my tears. I love you as Shakespeare loves tragedy, and as tragedy follows every hero, and as the hero slowly starts to fall in love with the villain. I will learn to say I love you in every existing language, and then I will learn to speak your love language. I will love you as the poets love the moon and as the moon loves to chase a car. I will love you when you think the world of someone else, I will love you as that world falls apart, and I will love you as my world falls apart. I will love you when my world is full of light, and I will love you from the shadows of my mind.

Harry: are you taken?

Draco: Yeah, for granted

“Hey,” he said, half-asleep, “what were you before you met me?”

“I think I was drowning.” A pause.

“And what are you now?” he whispered, sinking.

I thought for a second. “Water.”

“In my heart I love her all the time.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald // The Great Gatsby

Thoughts from the ledge

Standing on top of the tower one night,

Knees shaking from fight or flight,

Cold wind swishing past my numb face

As my heart starts picking up its pace.

I took a minute to look around

The shops, the people and the city's sound

Massive buildings standing upright

Others with their blue and red neon lights.

Then I stared at the ground below,

And how it would feel to finally let go

Twenty-something but I've felt enough

That I stand on the ledge and not to bluff.

I saw many streets that I still couldn't name

I've been here for two decades, what a shame!

That's when the irrational optimism kicks in

To hold on to the ledge, to find strength within.

So I step back and sit to clear my mind

To think of everyone I'd have to leave behind,

Places I'll never be, and moments I'll never seize,

And just maybe, in between life I'll find my peace.

desperation

A word we borrowed from Latin.

de (without) + sperare (to hope)

forming a word that I'm getting more familiar

with each passing day.

Desperation: to lose hope.

Losing you would be to lose hope,

Because that is what you brought into my life.

That is what you are.

A hope.

A hope that, in your eyes, I'm worthy of love.

A hope that loving someone could feel so easy.

A hope that loving you is a feeling of warm yellow light.

My days pass without being next to you

And each day, that warm yellow light dims a little.

The flowers that slowly bloom in my lungs

when your hands touch me

slowly start to wither without their light.

I feel my heart gradually freeze

into a block of ice

that doesn't melt without your warmth.

Desperation

starts to creep into me with every breath I take.

So my dearest,

I urge you to come,

to hold me until the winter in my heart thaws,

touch me and bring back the spring.

Starry Night ⭐

Lying down on our grassy lawn,

Stars arranged like they're drawn,

Little fingers intertwined,

Playing on loop Seeing blind.

Then, you stand up to light your cigar,

That's when I see a shooting star.

I see your face through lighters flame,

And realize both are the same.

(04.12.20)

Attempt at a prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting 's December prompts.

LIGHTS AND SHADES

All the Polaroids

Once lit with fairy lights,

Now stay in a box,

With not a ray of light.

Love,

just like photos, will surely fade

So I pulled up my walls

And hide behind it's shade.

(29.10.20)

If this ain't your jam we can't be friends!

“my child is completely fine”

uhh your child listens to achilles come down on repeat while romanticising the beautiful tragedy of death. 

writing prompts! I’m sorry what romance is this edition

no, I didn’t write these. you don’t have to fear for my sanity. 

waking up from a car crash with a different boyfriend than I remember

both me AND my crush got those daddy issues

my hot boss moved in with me…strictly for safety reasons!

blind date with a hot doctor got very weird, very fast

obnoxious guy next door is actually the art hoe of my dreams

my girlfriend who is young but old is an alien

she tries to turn me into a demon so we can be together FOREVER

wrist grabs, kissing and cross-dressing, oh my!

doctor wants to marry the dead girl on his gurney

bad-ass ice queen has a softer side…activated by a boy and cockroaches

flirty training techniques make him fear for his life

when your mom tries to get you laid and then tells your whole school about it

water nymph wants to seduce my cru- I mean the prince I have ZERO interest in

he wore a cardboard cutout with his crush’s face on it…that’s love

what to expect when you’re expecting a demon baby

got out of prison just in time to crash my bf’s wedding

proving that hoe-ing it up is beneficial to finding a relationship…w/SCIENCE

my crush has a secret future wife and she’s jelly

can’t stop flirting with the hottest ghost girls in school

pretend BF willing and able to catfish together but also why are we doing this?

she nearly drowned him, and now he’s in love with her

hospital roommate trying to cuddle in the middle of the night

I hired a hitman for myself, but his feelings were more romantic than murderous

he’s planning to kill her right after this date

she didn’t realize she’d been talking to her crush all along…in another man’s body