The bleeding writer

Then what the hell were we? Can you please tell me we weren’t just friends…can you please tell me that it wasn’t in my sick mind that i wasn’t a deranged person to actually think that you actually did care for me..

Maybe i don’t know what i want. Maybe i want to be friends with him, or maybe i don’t want to ever talk to him again at all? Maybe we didn’t belong together or maybe we did for a second when he made me feel like we did. And even if we were “just friends”, friends don’t know how the other’s lips taste.

Forbidden Romance where Character A kisses Character B and Character B stops them saying “We shouldn’t do this.. feels so wrong” and Character A whispers “I know” shutting Character B with another kiss and Character B whispers “…f*ck” and kisses Character A back.

I care too much for people.. i even care about strangers that pass by me everyday. I am empathetic that way i think a lot of people mistake my kindness for something else.

How to say that i want a completely devoted love, a relationship full of unconditional love and affection but i also want full freedom and space to breathe because i don’t care what you’re doing every two hours? Does that make me sound crazy?

Took me some time to realise that all men are shitty just a different kind of shitty

The audacity of the poet to delete every muse she’s ever had and stop writing about every poem for her to breathe.

All i know is i cannot fake physical intimacy in a world full of hookup culture and what not? I cannot fake it. Is that whats wrong with me?

That wasn’t very “just friends” of us to do that. Can we (not)do it again?

You kissed me like you actually meant it. Or did i make that up in my head to make myself feel better about us?

It felt like there was something just not nothing

Love isn’t just attraction; it’s the art of understanding each other, of speaking without words and still being heard. It’s in the way conversations flow effortlessly, how thoughts align even before they’re spoken. Love is communication—not just talking, but truly listening, truly knowing. It’s the way two people fit together, not because they force themselves to, but because compatibility makes it easy. It’s the comfort of being understood without explanation, the security of knowing someone sees you for who you are and still chooses you, over and over again.

It took me a long time to realize, but love—real love—isn’t just romance, attraction, or fleeting chemistry. I want a partner whose mind challenges mine, someone who craves deep discussions about societal flaws, politics, and women’s rights, not just to argue, but to understand. I want someone I can be unapologetically myself with, sharing the most scandalous, unfiltered thoughts, knowing they’ll listen without judgment. Someone who laughs at my jokes because they genuinely think I’m funny, not because they feel obligated to. I want a person who refuses to conform to outdated traditions, who sees the flaws in the patriarchal world we live in and isn’t afraid to call them out. Someone who doesn’t just accept my ambition but fuels it—who sees my dreams and pushes me toward them, just as I would for them. A man who isn’t intimidated by a woman who speaks her mind but admires it, who isn’t in silent competition with me but walks beside me as an equal. Someone who doesn’t just love me, but respects me.I want a love built on genuine friendship, where we can be partners in every sense—laughing, debating, supporting, challenging each other to grow. A person who knows that love isn’t just in the flirting, the sweet words, or the grand gestures, but in the way we uplift each other, in the way we make each other think, in the way we push each other to be better—not for ourselves, but for the world.