love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
The Never-ending Story
I sat in my chair and opened to the spot of my bookmark. I glanced over at the bed to see if he was still sleeping, he was. I resumed my place reading and got a few chapters in before the rustling of the olive-colored bedsheets signaled he was waking up. The familiar head of brown wavy hair fell away as he turned to face me when his outstretched hand didn’t fall on me when he reached it over to my side of the bed.
By Elise Spiller6 years ago in Humans
little love letters
America's 243rd birthday was only 156 minutes ago and I spent the day thinking about you, and moments you've felt completely and utterly free, and I wonder if I cross your mind. It tears me apart to know we'll probably never speak again and all I can do is write poetry specifically for you in hopes you see it one day. I don't think any of the words I could possibly have are enough. I've realized by now that I may have put too much pressure on you, and made you feel as though you were in some sort of metaphorical shackles, and every beautiful thing you've ever said was to appease me in some way, and that's never what I wanted for you. I understand now, when you say that you're supposed to be hurt and broken by life, but that's the paradoxical beauty of life isn't it? Life is the knot that's in my throat, but it's also the euphoric feeling I get from waking to the morning light pouring through the window, refreshing my soul.
By Jordan Myers6 years ago in Humans
Love is Forever
Chapter 3 Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture. I guess I’m not hurting that bad because I can still see all my loved ones.. they’re hurting because they can’t see me. I still hurt though. I can talk to them, but they can’t hear me. But it’s been a week and it seems like everyone is starting to get over it. I guess that’s good.
By Kasandra Hozempa6 years ago in Humans
What is Love
What really is love? Such a small word with such big meaning. But do we really know what it is? Is there really such a thing of unconditional love, or loving someone too much or not enough? Who is the person that determines if the love is true or not? Is it the church, your parents, social media, news, internet, or random strangers?
By Amanda Mercedes Sotomayor6 years ago in Humans
dream
i dream of us all the time. i dream about mundane things we can do together. things that shouldn't really be fawned over. i think about us getting coffee together and me making you order a specific kind of coffee for me because i’m too shy to ask. i think about us holding hands. i think about your hand resting on my thigh whilst you’re driving. i think about me leaning over and kissing your cheek. i think about what we’d talk about- i think about how you’d laugh at a joke i’d say, i think about how you’d kiss my cheek. i think about us falling asleep together and my head laying on your chest. i think about going on dates together. i think about walking along a canal holding hands together. i think about playing mini-golf and teasing each other. i think about us playing board games together and you beating me and me getting overly competitive because that’s just how i am. i think about us going to ikea and getting lost and giggling and kissing in the most private areas we could find. i think about going on picnics where we kiss and tease each other and laugh until our stomachs hurt. i think about the movie dates we’d go on, where we’d most likely just make out and hardly watch the movie. i think about you kissing me so desperately in your car because we’re both too needy for each other to go inside. i think about you trying to cheer me up when i’ve cried over a movie or a book or nothing in particular. i think about you surprising me by turning up on a random weekend. with flowers in hand. i think about when we first started talking and how we talked for hours and hours, not even sleeping because i guess that’s just how much we enjoyed talking to each other. i can only hope you felt as enamoured by me as i felt by you. i think about screaming the lyrics of our favourite songs together in the car with the windows down. i think about looking over to you and knowing that you might be the person i spend the rest of my life with and i would never need anything else ever again. i think about us having a future together. i think about you so much. you’re the only person i think about. from dawn to dusk and any time in between. you’re the only person i seem to have fallen for to this extent. you’re the only person i’ve asked God to give me. i can’t even think about you ever not being in my life, it hurts too much. i hope you never get sick of me. i hope i can read this to you someday. i hope i can bare my entire soul to you someday. it scares me to think that the only boy i have ever wanted to spend an eternity with, might not love me back the way i love him. so i pray every single night for you. i would do anything for your love. so please, don’t have someone else in your heart. please don’t leave me. you've not only occupied my daydreams but my actual dreams too. you've become such an intimate part of me, a part of me i have no control over. that's why if you ever broke my heart i don't think i could ever forget you. or get over you. or even forgive you. you’ve scored yourself onto my heart and soul. i’m yours. if you’ve ever doubted that, please don’t. i’m in this for the long game. i’m in this with every fibre of my being and i hope you are too.
By sumiya akter6 years ago in Humans
Simple spaces
It was in that space, that little gap of nothing, between yesterday and tomorrow, where I finally found myself. My peace. The place that put the dreams together to show me the way. The place where there was no pain, no memories, no hate, anger, or loss. It was in that space where I could breathe.
By Lee Naylor6 years ago in Humans
