THE TOWER.

a collection of tags on tumblr that sound like poetry as roleplay sentence starters. feel free to change wording / pronouns / etc. as needed !

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what you touch touches you back.

we fell apart like two branches from the same tree ; your name overlaps my orchard ; do you remember me ?

i have no other homeland but you.

i’m sorry , my love. i deserve this destruction.

this again. this always maybe.

i knew you by your name before it was yours.

i’ll write my own happy ending. i beg for this to not end in tragedy.

no better love that has ever loved me.

i want a love that falls as fast as a body from a balcony.

it starts with a lamb and ends with the murder of the very person you should love most.

this hunger cannot be sated.

i had a fever until i met you now you make me cool.

somedays i take my memory and play pretend. not reliving pasts , just dreaming that is only existed in my head. perhaps it did.

so cold no fire can warm me.

our hands dirtied by the others’ desire. i will declare my love with a slaughter.

tenderness sharper than any razor.

i just want to be good again.

how could you leave me when i needed to possess you ? i hated you. i loved you too.

we are all just trying to be holy.

i would have died for you but i never had the luck.

half agony , half hope.

look at the clouds in the sky. they mean nothing but they are there and they are pretty. isn’t that nice ?

if you be the one to cut me i’ll bleed forever.

wasting years chasing ghosts.

it squeezes and writhes and we call it love.

as certain dark things are to be loved.

i pity those that loves what must die and those that love nothing.

the color of anger and love is red.

if you’re hurting so am i.

when the world does not leave you room for love it doesn’t simply disappear. it reshapes itself into something cruel and monstrous and greedy and desperate. and still. there is love.

i love you as icarus loved the sun. too close , too much.

this whole cursed love. and i will wage wars in your name.

love is a verb. it’s a verb.

you are not obligated to finish it. you are not free to abandon it. you cannot stop spring from coming.

some day i want to write letters like this to the girl i love.

i am desperate for a language to hold me.

i call you and you don’t come. i love you and you don’t come.

i want to be a body for you.

more on my cruelty and strange wishes and mortified were my desires.

no matter how long we wanted to hold it in our trembling hands.

you wanted to burn.

yesterday i thought and i went : i think i already lost the person who was the light and the person who understood and maybe it cripples me.

i am your echo. i would rather break the world than lose you.

we call up our angels to cut us down.

what if we traded hands ?

you were the brightest shade of sun i had ever seen.

we are made of each other.

our hands empty except for our hands.

you die like angels sing.

and this too is home. this too is comfort.

there’s a paradise that couldn’t capture that bright infinity inside your eyes.

there’s so much love in my me it spills onto the floor and i slip and bruise my knees but still i get up again and love.

no longer at war with the world.

every story ever told is a story about love. we are always asking do you love me and the answer is always yes.

dreaming it only happened in my head.

this is the way it feels to me. can you understand what i’m saying ? does it feel this way to you ?

to be loved is to be known.

i hope it finds me.

we should share a kitchen. i’d happily let you use my knife.

you were dancing and singing and i was staring. you asked if i was falling in love. and the promise we made to each other stopped me from lying to you again. i said yes and you stopped smiling. but you kept dancing and i stayed watching.

the moon has favorites.

this is how we burn. what is done in love is done well.

this body is a blunt instrument.

sometimes the things that appear to be the most beautiful also happen to be the most terrifying.

you find beautiful things in the simplest places.

love is something so beyond comprehension.

what love looks like.

the words are new but the story isn’t. love is what’s familiar. i am in a strange country and i am at home. love is my home.

i am simply romanced.

love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.

love is the holiest thing i know.

i write to you in strings but this is me , the truth of me , as i do so : broken open by the act in the palm of your hand dying.

this makes my heart feel like the ocean.

you’re my sanctuary , where i run.

i want a love that cuts deep like a knife. like a coyote sinking its teeth into a rabbit. it’s self love if i can’t figure out where you end where i start when you put your hands on my hips. when i’m suspended in your teeth and for an eternal moment you too are being hunted. and the end of that moment happens when neither of us are sure who consumed who.

i’d like to send you poetry but you said you don’t understand it.

the world turns. i wake up and i am still in love. it has been years. still i love you as much as i did when i was fifteen.

how i wish to join the song but i know not the words.

to the you in my poems.

i say unto the stranger : how can you witness such glimpses of words and deny the rest of the world love ?

to be heard , to be seen ; isn’t that the love that can take you home ?

you’re the only thing i know like the back of my hand.

i wish your hands were holding my face.

when we started dating i used to say that every song and poem felt like it was about him. and now after his death every song and poem is about him again.

i want to be yours.

below, i’ve compiled a list of [ 50 ] dialogue prompts for your writing and roleplaying needs, all about denying those feelings. inspired by songs, tv series/film, and my daily daydreaming. some of these work as an almost accidental declaration of love, coming to terms with your emotions, or digging yourself deeper into that denial. there are prompts for your ship or a third-party looking in on their mess.

[  ONE  ] :  “ have you heard about how i’m supposedly in love with you ? ”

[  TWO  ] :  “ i never said i was in love with you. ”

[  THREE  ] : “ i hate you. ”

[  FOUR  ] :  “ if somebody i was still in love with was getting serious with somebody else i’d be pretty upset too. ”

[  FIVE  ] :  “ please, i would rather swallow shards of glass than ever date you. ”

[  SIX  ] :  “ being physically attracted to you doesn’t mean i’m in love with you. ”

[  SEVEN  ] :  “ being in love with you doesn’t mean i want to be with you. ”

[  EIGHT  ] :  “ nothing is ever going to happen between us. ”

[  NINE  ] :  “ i don’t feel that way about you anymore. ”

[  TEN  ] :  “ you’re over me ? when.. when were you under me ? ”

[  ELEVEN  ] :  “ deny it all you want but i know you love me. ”

[  TWELVE  ] :  “ it doesn’t have to mean anything. ”

[  THIRTEEN  ] :  “ so denial isn’t just a river in egypt. ”

[  FOURTEEN  ] :  “ how do you really feel ? ”

[  FIFTEEN  ] :  “ just be honest for once in your life. ”

[  SIXTEEN  ] :  “ admitting your feelings isn’t going to kill you. ”

[  SEVENTEEN  ] :  “ you’re so in denial, even you don’t know how you really feel. ”

[  EIGHTEEN  ] :  “ i don’t believe you. ”

[  NINETEEN  ] :  “ does me dating them bother you ? ”

[  TWENTY  ] : “ there’s nothing else to talk about. ”

[  TWENY-ONE  ] :  “ we could y’know… it doesn’t have to change anything. ”

[  TWENTY-TWO  ] : “ ‘no homo’ is really starting to sound like homo, bro. ”

[  TWENTY-THREE  ] :  “ everyone else can see it but you. ”

[  TWENTY-FOUR  ] :  “ i might be in love with you. ”

[  TWENTY-FIVE  ] :  “ i only said all those things because i felt sorry for you. ”

[  TWENTY-SIX  ] :  “ do you really hate me that much ? ”

[  TWENY-SEVEN  ] :  “ you’ve been avoiding me and i don’t know why. ”

[  TWENTY-EIGHT  ] :  “ oh, i know you don’t like me. it’s because i know you love me. ”

[  TWENTY-NINE  ] :  “ i thought you knew ! ”

[ THIRTY  ] :  “ you can’t act this way every time i fuck somebody that isn’t you ! ”

[  THIRTY-ONE  ] :  “ does everybody know that i’m in love with them except for me ? ”

[  THIRTY-TWO  ] : “ i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do. ”

[  THIRTY-THREE  ] :  “ clearly i still have feelings for them but feelings don’t have to mean love. ”

[  THIRTY-FOUR  ] :  “ yeah, so ? you had feelings for me first ! ”

[  THIRTY-FIVE  ] :  “ we could kiss ? nobody needs to know. ”

[  THIRTY-SIX  ] :  “ even if i did have feelings for you, what would it matter? you don’t feel the same way about me. ”

[  THIRTY-SEVEN  ] :  “ does this mean something ? ”

[  THIRTY-EIGHT  ] :  “ this can mean something… if you want it to ? ”

[  THIRTY-NINE  ] :  “ i wish i never met you. ”

[  FORTY  ] :  “ you can’t be angry with them for moving on. ”

[  FORTY-ONE ] :  “ i don’t trust that you won’t break my heart. ”

[  FORTY-TWO  ] :  “ you don’t get to pick and choose who i date unless you want to volunteer yourself ! ”

[  FORTY-THREE  ] :  “ we shouldn’t do that again. ”

[  FORTY-FOUR  ] :  “ i don’t know what about this scares you so much. ”

[  FORTY-FIVE  ] :  “ you never know what might happen if you put yourself out there. ”

[  FORTY-SIX  ] :  “ i never said i hated you. ”

[  FORTY-SEVEN  ] :  “ don’t you find it suspicious that you can’t talk about how you really feel about me/them? ”

[  FORTY-EIGHT  ] :  “ i should have never kissed you. ” 

[  FORTY-NINE  ] :  “ I don’t want to be your friend. ”