king2005646

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maybe when I talk to someone new, a new man, I wish for more than he does. he says hello and means come here; he grabs my hand but yearns to touch something else, anything else. must I be cursed to endure hearing another man beg me to be his slut, his whore, his to use. I only wish to drink coffee with him and trace hearts upon his fingertips. I wonder if maybe im the one asking for too much.

reading books is not enough, i need to build a library.

— The Empress Yamato Hime (translated by Kenneth Rexroth)

[text ID: Others may forget you, but not I. / I am haunted / by your beautiful ghost.]

Soutlmates?

I think they exist. Just not always romantically. I think there are certain people you will meet in your life who you just connect with more than anyone else and you just know it isn’t a typical thing and you understand each other perfectly. And this person won’t always be your “significant other”. I mean it could be your friend or sibling or parent or teacher or the person you’re dating or whoever. It could be just about anyone you’ve ever interacted with.

Perhaps you are the melancholic desire of my nightmares;

Or maybe you're my poem I could never write

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage

i wanna go on a date with someone in one of those cute book cafés so that we can read poetic bits out loud to each other every now and then

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I'm taking in another breath It was easier before you left Letting you be my happiness That was only half of it Never getting there on time The perfect scene for the darkest crime //02.15.2020 another poem i wrote, feeling lonely the day after valentine's

ever since i was young- i've felt i wasn't enough- no one understood me- much less what i'd become- too young to make a difference- but too old to rely on someone //02.14.2020 a short poem

wish

i wish for a day

when i can look up

to the sky

without tears in my eyes

without wishing

i was there instead

wanting more than

anything to be dead

to say goodbye to

the hurt and the pain

because they don’t understand

the impact

of what they say

i wish for a day

when i look into

the mirror

and admire what i see

instead of being disappointed

in my body

instead of wanting to be

somebody i wasn’t born to be

but most of all

i wish for a day

where i can smile

without it being fake