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I keep saying that I’m okay, but I’m not. Everything is getting bad, I feel unloved, useless, worthless. Nobody wants me. I’m awful. Even my boyfriend is getting tired of me.

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The truth is I know you could find someone else, but they’d never look at you like I do when you’re high and lonely at 3am-11:28pm

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“Johnnie doesn’t love me. He doesn’t and I hate that I love him. I’m just here, I’m here when he’s high and he’s alone, because when he’s alone he’s lonely. I’m someone he knows will answer, but goodness. I hate that being used hurts but helps so much. Because when he’s high, when he’s lonely, when it’s 4am and dark in England and he whispers a compliment, I’m okay. When I’m crying and he slams me to call, I’m great, and when I’m hurting from him, he’ll make a joke and I’ll be fine. I hate being used, but I love feeling wanted.”

-a message to cherry

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via @extramadness

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“Like a sparrow, she swings her heart from tree to tree.”

— Chuck Akot, tree to tree

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Oh man. Looking at you makes me stupid. I get obsessed with the smallest things. How you look while examining your fingernails. When you stretch, the curve of your neck. The slip of your spine. How wonderful. How enchanting.

You look up. Wrinkle your nose. “Why are you staring?”

I get wordless. All tangled heat and longing. I wanna build a universe where we never get out of bed. I wanna crawl into your arms like ivy, catch your laughter from the air and spin it into a blanket. You make me feel like I’m moss on a tree which is to say you make me feel like I’m home and where I’m supposed to be. Around you I trap sunlight. I want to tell you the inside of the forest you planted in me.

Open my mouth. “You’re a nerd.”

Classy.

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You smiled at me tonight, and when you laughed at my joke you seemed happy, and I guess I’ll never know if you truly want me or not, but with everything I have I wish I could be sure. Everyone else has hurt me, please, don’t hurt me. Tell me you don’t want me, but don’t lead me on. If you love me, have mercy and tell me your true feelings.

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Love is not

a tattoo on your stomach

saying the name

of the girl you met at the bar.

Love is not

a drunken

“I love you”

that never leaves their lips

when they’re sober.

Love is not

lighting yourself on fire

just so they can see in the dark.

But

Love is

listening

even when you can barely

understand them through the tears.

Love is

holding them

when they can barely stand.

Love is

worshiping all their flaws

as if there’s gold

in their scars.

Love is

something that I still

have yet to understand.

post poetry// love is

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“I know I’m a fool for falling in love with you.”

- 12:41 AM thoughts

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I had spent forever waiting to see you face to face and revel in the wonders that make you, but I was truly alone, for your heart did not want to beat at the pace of mine; and my dreams could not be fulfilled by your soul when your heart was not in it

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I wish you loved me as much as you loved her..

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“I don’t want to be in love with him..he’ll never be mine”

— - Cheyenne