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Forbidden love is one thing, but distant unknowing love is another. Do friends wish to know how you take your coffee in the morning or if it is tea you'd prefer?
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
I am no longer the caterpillar, but part of me misses the slow inching to life I was able to do. I have waited for this day for so long, and yet I sit here crying knowing I will never get this feeling again.
Trigger Warning: This poem includes metaphorical language of self-harm. If you or a loved one have thoughts about suicide or self-harm, here are resources for you to reach out to get help.
I have read so many romance novels to live parts of my life within them. Each have brought so much joy, but remind me that those versions of love are fictional and I need to settle for the reality of the bare minimum.
There are days where I can tell full stories about you, all with a smile on my face and life in my eyes. Other days, I weep for the things we miss out on,
I was always told that walking away was never easy your heart will feel like it's being ripped out because I want to stay
I remember when violin was my entire being. Morning, noon, and night. Years of my life consumed by this object that would somehow provide a new future for me.
You and I are the same, we get beaten up for pleasure. We are hung by a rope or a chain, dangling in the air waiting for every punch to be the last,
Every day and night I am waiting for you Counting the hours, minutes, seconds to be with you Longing for the day we can be together
I did not ask to be this way, to live with the reminder that I am always going to be different. It's like a prison and I'm doing my life sentence.
I have always been the princess locked away in the tower, guarded by a fire breathing dragon, and waiting for my hero to come rescue me,
If yes and no were the options, I'm the maybe If hot and cold were the choices, I'm warm all the time If it's between me or someone else, it will always never be me.
