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f u c k
you’re so fucking beautiful
you make me so fucking happy
my sides hurt so laughing so fucking much
you make me want to be so much fucking better
godfuck,
you came out of nowhere
messed me up in the best way
and made me so fucking happy
to be a-fucking-live
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b e t t e r
your best friend might ignore you
you might feel fat
you might get a bad grade
your parents might get mad
everything will be okay
it has to be
one day
it won’t matter
one day
your face will hurt from smiles
your lips will be bruised from so many kisses
and arms sore from hugs
and maybe you’ll finally get
there
Dear future love,
Let's start with the basic. I'm sorry that I will never be perfect. I'm sure you deserve. I'm sure you're not it yourself. But I'm sorry for all the dumb shit I do, all the insecurities you'll have to quell every other week, the annoying habits, all of it. I'm sorry. But I'll never be sorry for how I feel about you. I'll hold your hand and write you cheesy love poems and brush the stray hairs out of your face. I'll do my best to sing you love songs, but I can assure you my voice isn't nice enough to sound lovely. But I promise I'll try. I'll try to be good for you. I'll try to be good to you. I'll try to hang the moon and stars up for you. I'll be your human diary, personal pillow, your safe to keep all your little nothings and somethings only I'll get to know. I'll love you. Maybe I don't right now as I type this, but I will by the time you read this. To my future love from my current self, I hope you're well. I hope you're happy. And I hope you know future me loves you.
ｌｏｖｅｌｙ
you are
lovely.
your face,
your lips,
the way your twirl your hair,
it's all so meticulously beautiful.
you're beautiful.
your waistline is small.
your hands are dainty.
your thighs don't touch.
how can you be so
perfect?
it's annoying.
it's frustrating.
beacause you're the kind of beautiful
i wish i was,
but also the the kind of beautiful
that i wish was mine.
and so,
miss lovely,
please.
go easy on me.
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ｔｒｙｉｎｇ
i don’t think it’s going to be easy.
not for you,
not for me,
not for anyone.
if we’re all so caught up in our misfortunes,
our tragedies,
or sadnesses,
yes,
for some people it’s going to mean
they have a bad day
every now and then,
and then for others there are
bad weeks,
bad months,
bad years.
it’s going to suck
like hell is chasing your ass,
but at some point
it’s going to be okay.
it has to be.
it has to be worth.
if it isn’t,
then what the hell is the point of this pain?
this confusion?
this agony?
so yeah. i’m just going to try
and keep believing
that it gets better
because that might be
the only reason I keep trying.
giving up
you know,
home isn’t home anymore.
happy feels like
a distant relative
that never comes around
anymore.
hope feels inevitably
stupid,
dumb,
irrevocably meaningless.
i don’t know how to be okay.
i’m tired of trying.
everything hurts so much
that i can’t even find any
poetic linguistically appealing way to convey.
i just wanna give up.
i think i’m giving up.
ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ
Yesterday. Yes, yesterday. Yesterday when everything was okay. Before the storms of emotions and tidal waves of fears came crashing into reality.
Existential feeling, like wishing you were somewhere else, did not come up yesterday. It was the perfect crisp feeling to the day, nothing that any of the English language could possibly properly perpetuate in the most honest sense. It’s just a day. A day in the warm sun, away from all that today would bring. Because who would want it the normal way, hurricane then rainbow, when you could have it rainbow then hurricane?
Some just hours before, minutes, seconds, everything was okay. Everything was a calm. We were an untouched river hidden away in the deep, undiscovered forest. We were a storm waiting to happen, a ticking bomb, a fuse shrinking to the TNT. We were going to explode. Why did it have to be now?
Thoughts of us help me make it through the storm. It feels like forever. Isn’t it funny how everything was fine? How you told me you loved me, you told me you cared, and then you told me to leave, as if you weren’t the one leaving me.
Even when you tear my heart – prying my happiness away – I don’t know what else to do but love you.
Run. I should’ve run. Why did I have to stay? Why you let me fall, if you weren’t going to catch me?
Don’t go, yesterday. Come back. Take me back to when everything was okay. Please. Let me stay in false allude of love for just one moment.
All I want is
You, yesterday.
