| This is quite a personal piece for me. But i would love any constructive criticism... |
dandelion wishes
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paper planesevery night i throw a paper plane out of my window each one with your name, a note and a return addresspaper planes
written in green crayola and decorated with black hearts
01. “X - I dreamt about you, again. Now I want to be sick, again. In your arms, again. And again, I’m alone. But I don’t blame you, my dear, my X. My everything.
Yours fornever (apparently),
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by *x-dainty-dreamer-x
what we believe you once said that anything was possible if i just believedwhat we believe
and i replied saying that belief
sometimes isn’t enough and that even if it was -
i got taught not to believe in anything other than myself
what i didn’t say was that i was having a hard enough time with that already &nbs
by *x-dainty-dreamer-x
i want to writei want to write joyful words - a poem full of silver-lined imageryi want to write
and tales with happy endings, sweet inclinations of the mind and hyperboles of love and lust all to cover up the thoughts of
you
because beautiful words never d
by *x-dainty-dreamer-x
for him - with no promisesyou asked me to write - to tell you exactly what happened because you say you weren’t really there and you’d like to knowfor him - with no promises
(but i don’t know if i was there either so we might have a problem)
i remember the smell of grass and poppies. your hands upon my hips your chin resting gently on my head the sound of silence being interrupted by every breath you took and every breath i tried to hold back i remember spinning around &
by *x-dainty-dreamer-x
| These are some of the things i've written that i dont completely hate ^^ |
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paper planesevery night i throw a paper plane out of my window each one with your name, a note and a return addresspaper planes
written in green crayola and decorated with black hearts
01. “X - I dreamt about you, again. Now I want to be sick, again. In your arms, again. And again, I’m alone. But I don’t blame you, my dear, my X. My everything.
Yours fornever (apparently),
&#
by *x-dainty-dreamer-x
confessionsi have some confessions for you firstly when i promised not to cry if you left meconfessions
i didn’t think it was a promise i’d have to keep and when i told you i never drank before noon i meant i don’t without a good reason
oh and it was me who stuck the duct tape to your chest hair when you passed out drunk at that party -
and i almost pissed myself laughing
as i watched you slowly pull each piece off
so as you might have guessed my next confession is this - i never was as nice as you thought and so these could be tears of joy &nb
by *x-dainty-dreamer-x
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our sleeping patterns collide.i wake up tired. i wake up tired and it's afternoon again.our sleeping patterns collide.
i wake up tired and i am alone.
it's like every night i fall asleep with you on my mind. and i quickly sort through my thoughts leaving the prettiest ones on top so i can try them on in the morning. so everyday, i wake up and try on being in love with you. except every morning, it's three inches too big or a centimeter and a half too small or it's brushing my kneecaps like it's too long. but i wear it anyways, since i'm used to being a shade left of ordinary or two steps past crazy. i'm used to wearing love and i'm used to you.
i'm used to fallin
by ~paperheartsyndrome
Letter from A GhostDear you,Letter from A Ghost
I remember when you last saw me. I was lying on the floor, naked and sprawled, with a crimson starburst blazing across my forehead, oozing metallic streams. Your mouth hung open in a perfect “o” and your eyes bulged manically. Yet you didn’t utter a single sound. Your eyes fell on my mouth as you dropped to the floor; you had to have noticed my smile.
I must be honest with you right now. I’m haunting you. I watch you when you walk down warm, wet streets and sit alone on that old baseball field drawing shapes and words in the sand. I rub my invisible fingers across your belly when you sle
by ~velocity07
How to be a Successful Humanlisten, your life is not about stability or pragmatismHow to be a Successful Human
or your 401K.
it is not your daily apple, your eight glasses of water,
20 minutes of cardio and 10 minutes of weight lifting,
reading a chapter of a Louisa May Alcott book before
you go to sleep at 9:30 every night.
listen, work just hard enough to have drinking money
on the weekends. whatever you do, do NOT go to
college unless you’re planning on dropping out due to
excessive alcohol consumption. then, it’s okay.
be rowdy and exuberant and restless and come unhinged
and cry in public
by ~venividiexii
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