bbingustheoctopus

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I felt sickened as I realised that I still think of her;

haunted by her presence when I'm awake,

and by her touch as I dream when asleep;

Or maybe, I'm the ghost-

one who walks among the living;

just for her, to be what I think of first as I wake up

and the last as I retire to my bed.

If yearning for her was to make me a sinner;

then I sure am damned.

I'm torn between saving myself and serving her,

but deep down, I know I would let her ruin me.

I would let her break me to a point of no return.

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wake up

yearn

go to sleep

repeat

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Tonight as you cried into my arms,

I wanted to leave you behind just to know

if you would hurt the same-

if you would burn the same as you did today

Call me selfish but I want you to hurt

I want you to live in unbearable pain,

and screams of misery that haunt you.

I want you to long for the ghost of me

for my company, touch and voice-

I want your love for me; poison you-

rot you from the inside,

like my love for you, did to me.

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do u want the good news or the bad news

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I dreamt of you last night.

For the first time, you invaded my thoughts so thoroughly that you made your way into my dreams.

And oh, what utter bliss to have you in my arms. To feel your skin against mine, my fingers tangled in your hair.

Lips, teeth, tongue, spit - our amorous entanglement so feverish and desperate that it was nearly animal.

Your soft and lovely face, your perfect body, your pretty voice that I love so well was begging me so sweetly. You were mine. Every part of you was mine.

I was so filled with you, like we were becoming one body. Breathing in tandem and moving instinctively, no more words were needed. I know you and you know me. What use have we for words?

I was pressing you so close to me, as if I could take you into my chest and keep you there next to my heart. Perhaps I knew it was a dream I would awaken from and I wanted so desperately to keep you.

I dreamt of you last night.

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It hurts to be something;

it worse to be nothing with you.

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@alludeddsparkles

you ever look at a girl n think how the fuck are you that pretty

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tell me why no one ever told me that being too much is just as bad as being not enough

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Tomas Tranströmer, tr. by Robin Fulton, from “Many Steps”, The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems

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Can I pretend like you were once mine, for a while more?

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god knew id be too powerful if I was socialized properly

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To be your poem at 3 am

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FUCK. IT WOULD NEVER BE ME

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You're holding on to a ghost that no longer haunts you. Let go.

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I've always had trouble differentiating what was a dream and what is reality, but the dreams I could never confuse with reality were the dreams of you- It was unreal in a way where we were so happy all the time in each other's company and mostly, what was so evidently different from reality was that you loved me. you loved me like I love you.