Posted by BlueStar
Oh you want some real trash, don’t you?
There are too many versions of this but I wrote this starting back in 2009ish?
November
The light came through the chemistry classroom’s windows. Your eyes filtered through my afternoon soul. A shocking wicked blue. Your thick lashes made you more boyish than you perhaps were.
I sat next to you, unaware that so many years later, this memory of your fingertips would be imprinted on my skin.
The dust billowed and sparkled in the late August sun.
You looked at me then.
That room that brought us shoulder to shoulder was torn down the year before we left, as if the fates knew that we were history.
Brick by brick, the hopes of a 15 year old girl were disassembled.
I had promised you I would return from my dreams of farther shores. You, knowing me more than I knew myself; gently and cruelly, you let me believe the promises I made but couldn’t keep.
On the day we were to meet under gray snowy skies, I went alone to that old school building.
The hothouse windows completely gone.
It was modern and cold and efficient and none of our ghosts lingered there.
I compared everyone to you and none of those real men ever seemed to step into your reflection. I built ruins on the ruins you left within my heart.
Posted by BlueStarPosted by ladylibra21Posted by BlueStar
Oh you want some real trash, don’t you?
There are too many versions of this but I wrote this starting back in 2009ish?
November
The light came through the chemistry classroom’s windows. Your eyes filtered through my afternoon soul. A shocking wicked blue. Your thick lashes made you more boyish than you perhaps were.
I sat next to you, unaware that so many years later, this memory of your fingertips would be imprinted on my skin.
The dust billowed and sparkled in the late August sun.
You looked at me then.
That room that brought us shoulder to shoulder was torn down the year before we left, as if the fates knew that we were history.
Brick by brick, the hopes of a 15 year old girl were disassembled.
I had promised you I would return from my dreams of farther shores. You, knowing me more than I knew myself; gently and cruelly, you let me believe the promises I made but couldn’t keep.
On the day we were to meet under gray snowy skies, I went alone to that old school building.
The hothouse windows completely gone.
It was modern and cold and efficient and none of our ghosts lingered there.
I compared everyone to you and none of those real men ever seemed to step into your reflection. I built ruins on the ruins you left within my heart.
😭😭😭 this was so beautiful❤️
It’s disgusting and isn’t love. 🔪click to expand
Posted by BlueStarPosted by ladylibra21Posted by BlueStarPosted by ladylibra21Posted by BlueStar
Oh you want some real trash, don’t you?
There are too many versions of this but I wrote this starting back in 2009ish?
November
The light came through the chemistry classroom’s windows. Your eyes filtered through my afternoon soul. A shocking wicked blue. Your thick lashes made you more boyish than you perhaps were.
I sat next to you, unaware that so many years later, this memory of your fingertips would be imprinted on my skin.
The dust billowed and sparkled in the late August sun.
You looked at me then.
That room that brought us shoulder to shoulder was torn down the year before we left, as if the fates knew that we were history.
Brick by brick, the hopes of a 15 year old girl were disassembled.
I had promised you I would return from my dreams of farther shores. You, knowing me more than I knew myself; gently and cruelly, you let me believe the promises I made but couldn’t keep.
On the day we were to meet under gray snowy skies, I went alone to that old school building.
The hothouse windows completely gone.
It was modern and cold and efficient and none of our ghosts lingered there.
I compared everyone to you and none of those real men ever seemed to step into your reflection. I built ruins on the ruins you left within my heart.
😭😭😭 this was so beautiful❤️
It’s disgusting and isn’t love. 🔪
Still beautifully written you have talent you should publish if you haven’t already.
I’m working on a book. Or I was before I got busy with the apocalypse.click to expand
Posted by cake
I used to feel that way but then realized certain things.
Love is a beautiful thing but the person should give as much as you do.
It's not just daydreaming, it's building. It's having an ambition to lay the foundations to realistically support that love.
Posted by BlueStarPosted by virgoOPPP
i've got a crush on someone
but he hates my zodiac sign
so i stopped being attracted to him
LOLclick to expand
Posted by BlueStarPosted by virgoOPPPPosted by BlueStarPosted by virgoOPPP
i've got a crush on someone
but he hates my zodiac sign
so i stopped being attracted to him
LOL
can you imagine having sex with someone who hates your zodiac sign?
that's not me.
Hahahaha Idk never thought about it
Might enjoy the fact that I seduced them in spite of itclick to expand
Posted by Queenofthepheasantfairies
What is worse though, when you love someone completely and they don't love you back or you loved them so much and believed they loved you only to find out everything was entagled I lies, and you will never get the truth from them after the fact
Posted by Aqua-Marine
Everybody rushes somewhere
running fast
We are going towards each other with different dreams
You're going in front of me
Where I stand on this busy street
I don't know
I can't reach you even if you call me
The world is too big for someone like me
I'm always alone here
I'm hoping your night will be warm
In the same way
Every day repeats each other
There's such a little meaning
for me who couldn't find it
With your broken heart
You were the one who lighted my way
I have to run until I'm out of breath
Now I think I know the reason for my life
Flying into this dark night
Hope I can become the light in your long night
I'll run until I'm out of breath
Now I know the reason for my life
Flying into this dark night
I'll shine for both of us during the long, long night.
Posted by WarAngel
Dear P,
Know that I am waiting for that promise to be fulfilled. Find your center and inner peace, and I'll leave the light on for you. You know exactly where to find me.
We have unfinished business still...
Love,
J
Posted by ladylibra21
So if fear didn’t exist and you could freely say what you wanted to someone you love would you say it or do you think somethings are better left unsaid ?
Posted by ladylibra21
So if fear didn’t exist and you could freely say what you wanted to someone you love would you say it or do you think somethings are better left unsaid ?
Posted by Hypnotoad
Dearest KFC, why did you not bring back the Colonial stack burger after lock down finished?
Posted by WarAngel
Dear M,
Even though I wasn't perfect we both know I poured everything I had to the best of my ability into you.
It's too late to turn back the hands of time now. You lost out in ways you can't possibly imagine but you're starting to understand slowly. My cold absence is the hole you can't fill with possessions or imaginary status.
The only time you're truly happy is when I'm around, and it chaps your butthole when I remind you of that without even saying a single word.
I forgive you just as much as you forgive me. The next time I say the words: I love you - they will be for someone else.
It's a shame to think this but: I'm happier now but I know your decade of suffering is just starting. When we reincarnated as twin flames, we made a deal. I went in first and came out a much better man and deep down you know it. You're going in second right now, I hope and pray that the hard lessons don't kick you in the ass like they did me but just enough to teach you and give you a taste of what I went through already.
And on that day of reckoning, you will understand.
J
Posted by WarAngelPosted by sweetheartsPosted by WarAngel
Dear M,
Even though I wasn't perfect we both know I poured everything I had to the best of my ability into you.
It's too late to turn back the hands of time now. You lost out in ways you can't possibly imagine but you're starting to understand slowly. My cold absence is the hole you can't fill with possessions or imaginary status.
The only time you're truly happy is when I'm around, and it chaps your butthole when I remind you of that without even saying a single word.
I forgive you just as much as you forgive me. The next time I say the words: I love you - they will be for someone else.
It's a shame to think this but: I'm happier now but I know your decade of suffering is just starting. When we reincarnated as twin flames, we made a deal. I went in first and came out a much better man and deep down you know it. You're going in second right now, I hope and pray that the hard lessons don't kick you in the ass like they did me but just enough to teach you and give you a taste of what I went through already.
And on that day of reckoning, you will understand.
J
What happened to leaving the light on?
That was so romantic!
This is someone else entirely. 😔click to expand
Posted by iamnotbot
This thread is everything that is wrong with today's society.
People pour love and affection into useless things and beings who don't care about them in return and then cry about it.
While at the same time they ignore someone who shows them affection in the first place, labelling them as "boring" and "always available" or "too desperate".
Sick lots like you deserve your depression and unrequited love.
Posted by iamnotbot
This thread is everything that is wrong with today's society.
People pour love and affection into useless things and beings who don't care about them in return and then cry about it.
While at the same time they ignore someone who shows them affection in the first place, labelling them as "boring" and "always available" or "too desperate".
Sick lots like you deserve your depression and unrequited love.
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