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~I feel so far away from everyone today. Like the all too familiar dream of walking, but getting nowhere. No matter how hard you try, not even running will get you back to them. And far away is all you will feel.~

-a poem of a new kind

~He's the kind of person to gift thoughtfully; mumbling something about it, "making him think of you." When you smile, he scoffs quickly as if to say, 'it's no big deal,' and just as quickly turns away to hide his own smile that your joy created~

-a poem of a new kind

Thank you @fireheart5evr and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!

Well, this is unexpected! What a pleasant Wednesday morning surprise!

~Thinking about it is driving me crazy

Behind closed doors, it's just him and me

Carefully hidden where no one can see

Love bites and hickeys, just under the seams

The things I want him to do to me~

-a poem of a new kind

~I am searching for a word that means, "invoking such a deep feeling of sadness that it causes physical pain; a feeling so strong it cuts through to the marrow of your soul, leaving you shaking, scared for your life, and writhing in pain" is there a word for that? Because "Melancholy" doesn't really seem to be strong enough...~

-a poem of a new kind

Hey be sure to go to your blog settings, head down to visibility and turn on this little button that prevents Tumblr from stealing your posts and using it to train AI learning models. Good job, fuckheads, great update.

~Thinking about it is driving me crazy

Behind closed doors, it's just him and me

Carefully hidden where no one can see

Love bites and hickeys, just under the seams

The things I want him to do to me~

-a poem of a new kind

~I treat every camera like it's recording and every gun like it's loaded, but even with my precautious nature, I forgot that some snakes are hard to identify. And oh baby, does that venom burn.~

-a poem of a new kind

~I'm perfect as an idea, a hypothesis even, but as a process? As a working theory? I'm nothing but a lab rat, helpless under the needles of Society.~

-a poem of a new kind

500 posts!

My goodness, it seems like only yesterday I hit 100! Hooray to me 🎊

The more I think about it, the worse I'm doing. I suppose cutting out stimulants at this time was a bad idea

Edit: this was my 500th post. I just hit 100 back in like... September

~I miss you~

~I think I saw how similar we are and fell in love with what my eyes perceived. Another shard that I'm missing, another broken splinter, another piece of me. Such a selfish thing on my part, falling in love with the parts of myself that I found in you.~

-a poem of a new kind

~Even as a writer and poet, I cannot find the words to describe the look on his face, the conviction in his eyes as he stared at me across the crowded room. The way my stomach filled with butterflies as I watched his lips form the words, "Love you". But if I could find the words... oh dear reader, if I could just find the WORDS! I'd write them over and over until my fingers were soaked in ink and blood.~

-a poem of a new kind

I'm not looking at your mouth while you talk because I want to KISS you

I'm looking at your mouth while you talk because I can't HEAR you, and I'm TRYING to READ your LIPS

I couldn't care less what your statistics say. I'm an outlier who attracts outliers. Your statistics don't apply to me or my friends. Get out.

~It's just painful at this point, being in love. It hurts. And there's nothing I can do to stop it~

-a poem of a new kind

~How closely were our strands woven together on the tapestry of life? Nearly close enough to touch, but alas, we were never destined to intertwine~

-a poem of a new kind

~They say the hardest goodbyes are the ones you never see coming. I couldn't disagree more with that statement. The hardest goodbyes are the ones you see coming, the ones you can't stop, the ones that are unavoidable. You can't think of a way out of them, and there's nothing you can do or say to make them stay. So, no, it's not the unseen goodbyes that hurt the worst. It's the long, foreseen, and inevitable goodbyes.~

-a poem of a new kind

~You say you've done terrible things, but darling, so have I, so let's not compete on who's the worst. No, let's trade those secrets under starlight and love each other regardless~

-a poem of a new kind

~How can you tell me I'm overreacting? Do you tell a volcano that he is overreacting when he erupts seemingly with no warning? No, because he was created like that. So why am I overreacting, and he is doing what he was told?~

-a poem of a new kind

~I just love making him smile. I really do. His smile makes me smile, too.~

-a poem of a new kind