Mar 13, 2025
To love is to die a million times. Why else do our hearts skip beats for the ones we love?
- Typewriter
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To love is to die a million times. Why else do our hearts skip beats for the ones we love?
- Typewriter
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joshua
gently, softly, lovingly
the curly-haired boy with those blue eyes like oceans
gently, softly, lovingly
his skin feels so perfect against mine smooth and comforting
gently, softly, lovingly
no raised voices here loving and caring
gently, softly, lovingly
People Aren’t Homes
Child,
why did no one
ever teach you
that you cannot
turn people
into homes?
People are rivers,
ever changing,
ever flowing.
They disappear with
everything you put
inside them.
Still,
your home does
have a heartbeat.
But it isn’t one
locked in
anyone else’s
chest.
Just
look inside
your own.
~Nikita Gill
photo by -- Pixabay
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Do you think that I can have one more kiss? Then I’ll find closure on your lips and I’ll go. Maybe also one more breakfast, one more lunch, one more dinner. I’ll be full and happy, and we can part. But in between meals maybe we can lie in bed one more time. One more prolonged moment where time suspense in definitely as I rest my head on your chest. My hope is if we add up the ‘one more’s they will equal a life time and I will never have to get to the part that I have to let you go. But that’s not real, is it? There are no ‘one more’s. I met you when everything was new and exciting, and the possibilities of the world seemed endless. And they still are, for you, for me, not for us. Somewhere between then and now, here and then, I guess we didn’t just grow apart. We grew up. When something breaks and the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t break, they shatter. But when you let the light in shattered glass will glitter. And in these moments, the pieces that we were catch the sun, I’ll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it will always be. Because it was us. And we were magic. Forever.
Someone great
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The fear rising in the back of the throat
The vast solid weight of aching
Breath; short, sharp, loud
The back of glassy eyes burn
The silent voice shrieks
The skin feels icy flames licking along the length of arms, of spine, of neck
The mind empties in thundering chaos
The mouth smiles
Have you?
Have you ever
felt alone
In a crowded room?
Lost yourself
in a thought?
Fell in love
with the moon?
Have you ever
Been so lonely
Your world turned blue?
Felt like You weren’t
Good enough?
Started something
You didn’t see through?
Have you ever
Chased your dreams
With shots
Of reality?
Left everything Behind
In search
for normality?
Have you ever
Wondered
Why you do
what you do?
.....Me too.