My Heart Gets Me in Trouble
I say too much.
My heart has control of these lips
This tongue
This voice.
It feels isolating.
No one ever told me
That showing love
Can push people away.
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My Heart Gets Me in Trouble
I say too much.
My heart has control of these lips
This tongue
This voice.
It feels isolating.
No one ever told me
That showing love
Can push people away.

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Hostage Situation
We've been held hostage
Since the moment we knew what was happening.
I don't know who's more afraid
Of the tsunami that awaits on the other side of this rainbow.
Afraid to say the wrong thing
Afraid to touch too much, too softly, too passionately.
Afraid to speak of the soul
Afraid to express real thoughts.
Fear of hearing hesitation,
Or a flicker in your eyes.
Regret.
I'm paralyzed. I can't move. I can barely breathe.
Words won't save me, or change the future.
So we remain hostage to our situation.
Just Me
Is it okay with you...
If all I had to give you was me?
I don't know what you crave.
I don't know what you expect.
All I have is me.
I've laid bare in front of you, like a doe, wide-eyed and afraid.
And you, the muzzle pointed at my most sacred places.
I gave all of me to you willingly.
But I can still hear the metal brush against your clothing.
I wonder when will be the last time.
My Past
From blood
To cold sweat.
The smell like the coins in my hands.
The taste of vomit
To a dry mouth.
The flashing of red and blue
Like lights on the Christmas tree.
Heart of ice
Melted by fire
To ash
To nothing.
Wake me when it’s safe again.
A Trade
“I ain’t the one”
Your first words before it all began.
The phrase “I like you”
Laced with hesitation.
A trade of words.
Trading reality
With what we’ve found.
Unexpected.

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No Words
No words could possibly paint this picture of serendipity placed in my life.
Using your own colors to complete this masterpiece.
The color of your eyes
The sunset.
The color of your lips
Flowers in our field of green.
Your hair
The soil
And your skin,
The first glow of morning light.
No words could possibly explain
How this feeling is both electrifying, and serene.
It's the quiet space in the center of a hurricane
The traits of the ocean, equally terrifying yet so beautiful.
I could drip my thoughts onto a screen day and night
And still never be able to explain in perfect detail
How this is a masterpiece,
And you are the colors.
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Prompts for writing human connection, intimacy, belonging.
Hand-holding
The purest form of human connection.
tiny hands in big hands
calloused hands in soft hands
cold hands in warm hands
hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding
platonic hand-holding
running their thumb over the other’s hand
dancing with their hands holding onto each other
squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement
holding hands across the table
happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go
not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd
possessive hand-holding
linking hands together during sex
grabbing hand to show them something
loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap
only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely
holding hands while skating
excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together
playing with each other’s fingers
pressing the other’s hand against their cheek
holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall
grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something
holding hands under the table
only realizing it when they have to let go
standing in front of each other, holding both their hands
holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together
passionate hand-holding
grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall
holding hands while running through the rain
brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second
grabbing their hand to grab their attention
not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands
bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go
holding hands while driving
grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them
unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping
not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out
swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children
holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition
letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it
loosely holding onto each other’s hand
dragging the other with them, holding their hand
raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly
holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together
comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together
secretly holding hands under the table
holding onto the other’s hand so they can’t run away
making a heart with their hands and then linking them together
taking the other’s hand to look for injuries
holding hands to calm each other down
Hugs
A warm embrace.
friendly hugs
hug around the waist
hugging while twirling around
comforting hugs
side hugs
hugging and gently holding the other’s head
pulling someone into a hug
hugging while walking
eye-to-eye hugs
hiding their face in the other’s neck
clinging to each other
hugging while lying down together
group hugs
hugging with head on shoulder
tender embrace
‘not wanting to let go’ hugs
hugging from behind
bear hugs
hugging with hands in each other’s pockets
cuddling
hugs and kisses
hugging and jumping up and down together
familiar hugs
hugging with height-difference
gentle hugs
hugging with patting on back
piggy back hugs
quick hugs
hugging while slow dancing
one-sided hugs
hugging while straddling the partner
long-lasting hugs
‘picking them up’ hugs
hugging while grabbing butt
cuddle pile
Kisses
Showing affections.
goodnight kisses
hand kisses
smiling while kissing
lips barely touching
morning kisses
slow kisses
passionate kisses
kisses on the cheek
first kisses
goodbye kisses
welcome home kisses
kisses on the corner of their mouth
frustrated kisses
kissing each other breathless
soothing kisses
nose kisses
kisses as a promise
short pecks
forehead kisses
French kisses
tearful kisses
kisses on head
calming kisses
“we’ll face this together” kisses
kisses in the rain
life-or-death kisses
kisses for a cover
hard kisses
giggling while kissing
desperate kisses
neck kisses
“stay strong” kisses
hushed conversation in-between kisses
eyelid kisses
gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing
small kisses
kissing it better
fake kisses
jaw kisses
wake-up kisses
thigh kisses
kissing away tears
“we’ll get through this” kisses
public kisses
relieved kisses
kisses for comfort
tummy kisses
kisses to shut them up
slowly kissing down the body
“we’ll see each other again” kisses
kissing each finger
quick kisses
reassuring kisses
sleepy kisses
feather-light kisses
angry kisses
kisses with trembling lips
“forever mine” kisses
secret kisses
kisses with their last dying breath
Touching
Feeling another human’s touch.
touching foreheads
running fingers through hair
hiding face in neck
caressing the other’s hand
feeling their pulse
patting the other’s head
holding hands
shielding the other one with their body
listening to the other’s heartbeat
spooning at night
laying their hand on the other’s neck
pushing a strand of hair behind their ear
nudging the other one
putting an arm around the other’s waist
hugging each other
massaging them
holding the other’s chin up
squishing the other’s cheek
high fiving
bandaging/stitching up an injury
kissing the other’s brow
falling asleep on the other’s shoulder
carrying the other one in their arms
whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin
stroking the other’s arm soothingly
kissing the top of their head
pulling the other one towards them
feeling for each other in the dark
tickling the other one
grabbing onto their arm
doing a pinky swear
caressing the other’s back
tasting their smile
washing the other’s body
kissing their bruises and scars
lifting the other one up
putting their head on the other’s chest
stroking their leg
leaning into the other’s side
patting them on the back
sitting close and knees touching
braiding the other’s hair
giving them a piggy-back ride
sitting on the other’s lap
feeling their temperature
linking arms with each other
touching their elbow to get their attention
dancing with each other
holding onto the other’s shoulders for support
putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up
caressing the other’s cheek
gripping thigh
holding the other’s jaw
touching cheek to cheek
tracing the lines on the other’s hand
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Silence
I did not have a happy life,
My childhood began when I was eighteen.
What I do remember,
Is a sore throat from screaming,
Mouths and hands where they should not be,
The stench of vomit on a 95 degree day,
Crimson like paint on the walls.
Sirens.
Most days it's all I can see, hear, and smell.
But your voice drowns it out
Your scent washes away the stench
Your touch, like aloe
You silence it all.
And it's peace I have found.
Willing Captive
I knew going in
I may not resurface.
I was not prepared
For the onslaught of intensity.
I do not wish to be freed.
I only wish to remain tied to you,
your captive.
I was torn from my routine,
And set in your eyes of liquid gold.
I tried to complain, escape, anything to go against what I have always run from.
A hopeless fight,
Because I knew going in,
I may not resurface.
Unspoken
We speak unspoken words
It's safe, flawless.
Why?
There's no risk
No, "I shouldn't have said that."
It's comfortable.
A shared look
And we share a frequency.
A quirk of your lips,
And I can see your thoughts.
A shadow over honey,
And I can feel your past.
It's unspoken,
But we see each other.

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Imposter Syndrome
I am not who I am.
Stuck between a constant battle of reality and roleplay.
My accomplishments,
Forced.
My skills,
A front.
My personality,
Adaptable.
Who am I
When I am alone?
Empty, a blank canvas.
They paint their colors onto me
And I act in accordance to their expectations.
Without their colors,
Would they see my silence?
Without their words,
Would they see my abyss?
I am not who I am.
What's Not Mine
I saw you, and thought
"Trouble."
We spoke, and I tasted honey.
We embraced, and I felt fire.
And on that finger,
Treachery.
A band of loyalty,
Replaced with deceit.
I see you, and think
"What is happening?"
We speak, and I taste venom.
We embrace, and I feel knives.
You are not mine,
And I am no one's.
Can I Be Honest?
Can I be honest,
Without worrying it will follow me forever?
If you said yes...
I'm so tired... I don't want to die, but I would be content being empty.
Some days I'm too awake, and I feel everything much too powerfully.
Some days I feel nothing at all.
My voice shakes
Trying desperately to portray my thoughts
Make you hear my emotion,
And see my words.
Honesty.
If you said no...
I'm perfectly happy. Let that follow me forever.
Keep it off the record please just hear me out
Been tired since I was 7 years old.

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The happiness is strong with this one
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