#excerpt from a poem I'll never write

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“I believed you even when I knew you were lying.”

- S. C. C.

[letterstokami]

[vomitingwords]

and then I learned

how to cry

without tears

falling from my eyes

behind clouds // ma.c.a

[cvtastrophee]

i have yet to find the end to this pain.

[thewaitingluna]

I loved you in the purest forms, only for you to hurt me in the cruelest ways.

[rizuuspoetry]

[amateur-scribbler]

“I really want to be friends.”

We’ve both said that so many times, and I honestly don’t know what to say about us anymore; I’ve lost all words, reason, and rhymes.

Because we are just friends.

I know it’s what we both think will cause the least hurt, and we keep speaking it into existence while we brush off any I love you’s that annunciate the wrong word.

I know every friendship looks different but, people always seem to have questions when it comes to me and you.

I’ve been told the way we look at each other is not in a way that normal friends do. I know my eyes linger on you, and now I’m wondering if your eyes find me when you gaze around a room.

But, we’re just friends.

I think we’re rather good at it too. It’s not like we’re playing out a script that millions have tried before us and hoping no heartbreak ensues.

And, I think it’s fine that I love looking at your eyes and finding new shades of blue; surely, that’s just a normal platonic thing to do?

I really want to be friends, because I can’t imagine losing the conversations where you tell me not to worry about the words I said after too many wines.

I can’t imagine losing the feeling that we were meant to meet each other and trade stories, laughing at all the ways we are so very much alike.

So, let’s practice being friends.

We’ll get better at not reading between the lines. I’ll stop smiling when your name pops up on my phone, and you’ll stop looking at me like you’re wondering if things could’ve been different in another life.

just friends - t.k.o

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“Do you have any idea of how many little things remind me of you everyday?”

- S. C. C.

[letterstokami]

[10.09.2023]

[stormykatie]

october reeks

of silent whispers,

of hopeful stares,

of acute nostalgia

october tastes

of drunken kisses,

of bourbon whiskey,

of you,

of me,

of new beginnings

-katie

[cvtastrophee]

i love it when the sky matches how im feeling on the inside. i feel validated when it storms and the sky is dark and gloomy. it lets me know that i'm not alone and that the sky cries and screams too.

[tellherium]

It was Never about You //

3 of 3: Poems From the First Evening I've Spent Alone in Over a Month

[hakaan05]

Please stay on my skin, stain my clothes, exchange breaths. Carve your existence into mine, go beyond just memories, leave a tangible scar. I don’t want to just remember you

[stephen-stilwell]

when the stars align, do they whisper secrets about our fate, or just laugh at our choices?

[rizuuspoetry]

[myonlywayoutofhere]

“I want you to love me but I understand why you love her instead”

-day 599 (via myonlywayoutofhere)