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Not every sweet word I had received from the world tasted like honey.

Not every person I met in this world had an empathic heart.

With time, I learned that not all souls are the same.

And not all words taste the same.

Many hearts will hate you, and many will love you.

@scribblersobia

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When connections are real they simply never die. Real connections live on forever.

— Victoria Erickson, Victoria Erickson on Facebook

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for I've never been gentle, I've never been kind,

the Lord knows I've tried it, but never you mind,

'cause all I can give is the ache in my spine

and the long evenings hunched over paper marks, trying

to offer the help I have, omens and signs,

want to be one small miracle, stars all aligned

for a friend, an acquaintance to look back and find

how I softened their life in a tiny design,

like an answer to prayer, like a grappling line,

let me answer a prayer even if it's just mine.

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Because you chose me every single day.

Because you think I am worthy of your time, your effort, and of being a part of your life.

Because I can feel your love and care for me in everything you do.

Because you nurture all parts of my soul.

Because we share so much, ideas, stories, feelings, we feel at home in each other's souls.

e.v.e. (The reasons why)

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Betrayal can only be where there once was trust

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“I tell myself I’m the one he talked to every day I met his parents after just One week of us doubled on the grass Laughing with dirty knees And dog slobber I was there when his fists Were bloody with memories and His mind twisted the words whispered On every passing street sign My hands were drenched in his tears And my own, too Yet I pulled him up to the pedestal I live on, made room for his soulless bones Showed him the wonders there are to See the world at such a height But all he could see up there Was her So again, I let him fall for her And try once more In hopes that another girl does the same Until she finds that after all her uplifting love She is not be able to keep him From falling for me”

— (a.e.) // what I see from up here (via i-am-poetrying)

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I :3′d my way into this and I’ll :3 my way out of it so help me god

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-she won’t be me-

She’ll be nice and comfortable

And wear dresses and cook for your parents.

She won’t ask to leave the party early to have sex or drink through your liquor cabinet with you.

She will be the pleasant and safe choice

Always forgiving and always willing

She won’t argue or complain or tell you that you’re not giving enough

And while I do applaud you on your ability to move on so quickly, you’re going to realize that

She’ll be everything that I wasn’t

Everything that you thought you needed me to be

And everything that I’m glad I’m not.

-a.a.

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How do you stop carrying everything that has ever happened to you? Those mountains were meant for you to climb and yet, here you are carrying them and buckling under the pressure. You were meant to run free, not to tremble with every step you take.

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It wasn't meant to be & that's okay. There's no reason to fret about it. There's more than enough time for you to find all that you need, want, & desire. You don't need to rush. Relax. Take a breath, just breathe. You'll find your destiny without losing your purpose, I promise...

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I thought of you and wondered what sequence of words I could string together to get me back to you. So many unspoken words collected on my floor. I repeat each just to remember what they sounded like. They used to be comforting but now they feel odd, like wearing a new suit. The answer was in this pile before me. I arrange every way to say I love you until the morning when the sun lights my way to you, though I know now how to walk it. I thought of you and realized I haven’t stopped all summer. I knew I shouldn’t look back as I walked away, but now that I’m gone I haven’t stopped. Now the days are turning into years and what was once radiating heat now lies to rest with smouldering embers. The past never forgets. It sees itself in everything like a mirror. People and places are all pointing towards the memory, the one I swore I’d never forget. Everything that we’ve been through, together apart I still think of you //I thought of you by: alec prado// //photo courtesy of: Helen Beard on Instagram//

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I keep my feelings to myself because I can't find a language to describe them in.

I string words hoping that a combination of them will tell you what I so desperately want to communicate

Will I ever be free from the trappings of this mind?

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I leave pieces of myself all over

In the hopes that maybe one day you will find them

And for a spilt second in time you and I

will be together...

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for the low low price of reading a single poem you too can feel entirely alienated from everyone within your physical reach & yet completely connected to the unchangable truth of shared human experience

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I just want to be held and kissed. It's that kind of day.

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does every other young adult lesbian or bisexual or whatever have a little memorial somewhere in their hearts to all the girls they loved (or almost loved or almost almost loved) when they were too young and repressed and afraid to do anything about it, a shrine to all the puppy loves and summer romances and first kisses they might have shared if it hadn’t been for the shame, the doubt, the self-hatred, the fear, a monument to all that could have been if they’d have had the courage or simply lived in another time and place where they could have tried, where they could have loved and been loved, or am i just uniquely nostalgic and lonely on this thursday night

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Sensory Overload

The sun shines bright, it’s just another day

The alarm goes off, and the music still plays

The window is open, and the curtains sway

It’s just another day, it’s just another day.

You take a shower, and pick up your things

Eat some food, while the hot kettle sings

Drink some coffee, for it gives you wings

Then the phone rings, then the phone rings.

You step over legos, and toys just the same

Reach for the phone, but you have such bad aim

Another missed call, of which you are to blame

Bring on the shame, bring on the shame.

The hours pass by, and the shame amplifies

And your to-do list has taken on quite a size

You find yourself lost in the clouds in the skies

The fun never dies, the fun never dies.

Snap back to reality of your nine to five grind

All things back in sight, all things back in mind

See so much shit that you wish you were blind

But there's more to find, there's more to find.

For all that you see, there’s more that you hear

Somewhere outside you hear people cheer

Your dog starts to bark as the noises get near

There's too much to fear, too much to fear.

You run to your room, head straight to your bed

Snuggle up tight, and you cover your head

Forget all the words that you wish you had said

Pretend to be dead, pretend to be dead.

Now the stars shine, it's the end of the day

And as the lights go out, everything is okay

The window is closed, and the room is just gray

At the end of the day, at the end of the day. 

- SMP 💗