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i’m not in love
my heart beats for me
not for you
or for anyone else for that matter
i do not need sweet words
whispered in my ear
or soft touches
in the night
to be alive
i don’t need you to survive
(- sometimes i think
i’m the one who needs to remember that)
i used to think that
without you
i was drowning
but i’m not and i never was
i was too scared to
open my eyes
and see that
i’m flying
and i’m not afraid to fall
( - i might crash to the ground
but i can sure pick myself up nowdays)
my heart beats for me
not for you
or for anyone else for that matter
i do not need sweet words
whispered in my ear
or soft touches
in the night
to be alive
i don’t need you to survive
(- sometimes i think
i’m the one who needs to remember that)
i used to think that
without you
i was drowning
but i’m not and i never was
i was too scared to
open my eyes
and see that
i’m flying
and i’m not afraid to fall
( - i might crash to the ground
but i can sure pick myself up nowdays)
Literature
running.
you tell me that everything has a time limit on it; friendships, days, moments, love. everything is limited, you say, so we might as well rush, run. because it's all going to end anyway, right?
so i started to notice the time stamps painted on your hands, the calendars written all over your heart. i started to wonder, how much time do we have left? how many more held hands, secrets, inside jokes, i love you's? how many more?
i wondered and ran,
ran through the forests without smelling the scent of after-rain. i ran on the darkened streets at midnight without noticing the streetlights, passing lit houses of friends and the sounds of laughte
Literature
love
Imagine this, she said, for this is what it is to be in love. It is as if you have been tumbling down toward an open sea for your entire life and have only just discovered that you can fly.
And with that she pointed up to the grand cumulonimbus clouds above her head, to a deep expanse of blue, and I saw what must have been thousands of people with their arms wide, drifting on the currents of the wind.
Literature
My Affair
I appreciate your willingness
to forgive me and take me back,
but I didnt say
I was coming back.
Im sorry I hurt you,
broke all the promises
encircling the third
finger of my left hand,
but I don't need the
excuses of hormones
or mid-life; I knew
what I was doing.
Yes, hes gone.
You tell me with
pity that he made
a fool of me,
but I see the
triumph in your eyes,
the joy in my
despair
that backlights
your face, that
justifies your
exulting
over the heartbreak
that I so thoroughly
deserve for making
you suffer.
Yes, hes gone.
Yes, Im broken,
my heart in pieces,
dust and ashes.
But
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thought i'd put up something i wrote a while ago ^^
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This just made my night
love
Mxxx
love
Mxxx