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And the universe said I love you back
Or smth idk
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And the universe said I love you back
Or smth idk
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JACOB CUSTOS X GN!INTROVERT! READER HCS
I want to smash your bones in a tender gesture
And see you squirm on my arms
Just because I need you with me
That doesn't mean I need you functional
Just help me
And.
Let.
Me.
Out.
Thoughts
I don't have opinions Nothing, I'm blanc A thin layer of paper Waiting for you to scribble, dictate me. Am I enough? I don't have choices, I don't want to have I have no thoughts So I'm asking, am I enough? I like what you like And what I don't, I try to And try, and try I love you. I just want to see you smile and laugh And I feel bad when you are feeling bad I'm useless, a scrumbled paper in your trash I am myself, and I hate me for it. I just wanna stay with you But like oxygen, I'm at your side But you don't see me Yet you need me.
I love you But is this enough? I love you Am I enough? Is everything enough? You ask me for what I want, but I don't know what I want I'm alone with myself, even though I have company I hate the loneliness I put myself in, but you turn it into solitude. The only thing I want is your happiness But I revoke mine for it Is this enough? Is this enough? AM I ENOUGH?
A mass of living existential things living in my head.
A mass of living devourers things living in my stomach.
A mass of living exhausted things living in my legs.
A mass of living inertia dying in my arms.
Molded to love, but never loved.
Molded to hug, but never hugged.
Molded to be sensitive, but just couldn't.
Molded to be happy, but it shouldn't.
It suffered, but never returned the suffering.
It cried, but never made the other cry.
It hurt, but never harmed the other.
It was shackled, but never imprisoned somebody.
It is made of pure love, but passed through pure evil.
It is made of pure happiness, but corrupted by their vision.
It is made of pure tenderness, but revoked of its nature.
It is made of pure kindness, but it could never be nurtured.
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At the end of the road, there is you, waiting for me
I walk patiently, as you patiently wait for me
And then, after I get to you, we hangout, just as usual.
At the end of the road, there is you, waiting for me
I walk patiently, as you stay there waiting for me
And then, after I get to you, we have nothing to say, just as usual.
At the end of the road, there is you, waiting for me
I walk patiently, as you entangle yourself in order to wait for me
And then, after I get to you, we do not talk, just as usual.
At the end of the road, there is nothing, only someone at my side
I walk patiently, as you stay out of my sight
And then, after I get to the place you once were, but only by myself this time, I feel guilty.
At the end of the road, there is me, waiting for you to come back
I wait patiently, as I've always done for you, being patient.
And then, after you finally get to me, I hold you, and do not let you go.
"You're here!"
γ"Now you can get to know me. Why don't you sit down, wouldn't that be nice?"
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Don't know how to tag this either.
I hate you, but I don't want to, I can't hate you, because you make me happy, you make laugh, smile, you make myself feel whole when I'm with you.
But I hate you because I will never be you, I could never be you.
You can come and go as you please, you can talk as you please, you can smile as you please, you can dress as you please, you can walk as you please, you can see yourself as you please.
Everytime I look at the mirror, it's unpleasant.
I hate you, but I don't want to.
I love you, and I want to.
When I'm with you I feel better with myself, I feel complete, healed, hopeful. I feel like I could lay down on your chest the same way I did with someone else that was also important to me.
...
I hate myself, but I don't want to, I can't hate myself, not when you like me.
But is it me that you like, or is it my body? If I be like you, would you still love me?
I hate the body I am, it just doesn't fit right in my bones, but I love the person I'm willing to be. I love the person you are helping me to be... I feel complete.
I hate my scars, they remind of the person I don't want to be anymore. I love the way you don't care about it and still likes me... I feel healed.
I hate myself, I remind myself of... Me. But you hug me, and I hug you back. I love the way you make me hate hating myself... I feel hopeful.
...
But... You're forever gone, I just can't forget the feeling.
I hate myself for not being able to confront you, neither comfort you... Or atleast the rest of you that still lingers in there.
I wish I wasn't blinded by the feeling of being and loving you, I wish I could start it all over, I wish we could start it all over. I'm so sorry.
I love you, as myself.
You're gone, and there's nothing I can do to bring you back.