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i’m here to help you understand that what that was before, wasn’t love . love is nurture. love is kind. love is rewarding. love is doing anything to make your partner happy because it makes you happy. and i love you.
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Mom.
the giver of the hands that birthed me,
read books,
drew shapes,
listened to music on our car rides.
that was love.
somewhere along the way,
the giver took and took,
until there was nothing left.
i wrote my own books,
taught myself complexity of life,
and played my own music.
the giver of the hands that birthed me,
was my first heartbreak.
and i started to wonder,
if she ever loved me.
-sapphicjunglefever.
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the love cycle.
you text.
exchange words.
it feels like your on top of the world.
nothing can bring you down.
the set up.
you start noticing things,
post “honeymoon phase”
and realize it could go a number of ways.
the set up.
we start exchanging words that are rather hurtful .
nothing short of feeling wonderful.
the spark is gone.
the smile fades.
the set up.
your mind clouds with worry.
self sabotage.
and it becomes too much to bare.
what happens to the love that was here?
the set up.
no texts.
no words.
and it feels like the world is on top of you.
the set up.
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every time i finish a poem
i am terrified that it is
the last one i'll ever write.
that the inspiration will
just leave me one day
and decide to not come back.
i have the same fear
when it comes to relationships.
i was so scared i would never
feel love again until i met you.
but i am remembering how to love
and i am remembering how to write
and i guess what i'm trying to say is
please don't just leave me one day
and decide to not come back.
i can live without inspiration
but i cannot live without you.
please don't ever make me.
-mars
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untitled #37.
the worlds weight gets heavier,
more burdening.
a person who lived a life wouldn’t know
where to breathe.
to feel air coursing your lungs,
that doesn’t feel polluted
but crisp.
to be in a place where your not only noticed.
but where your presence is appreciated,
needed.
sometimes given back, like a waterfall flowing into a creek.
the endless stream flowing back through.
oh , to be a creek.
and never lose my waterfall.
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the guidebook on how to love, volume one.
learning how to love is like learning how to breathe.
inhale the affection and exhale past pain.
but if all the air is filled with uncertainty,
doubt and fear of loving someone..
did i really learn again, or
it is what you taught me?
learning how to love is like learning how to read,
you start on the right but things go left.
sometimes the words scatter if you move too fast..
and then you have to close the book,
afraid of knowing what might happen next.
learning to love is like skydiving out of a plane.
you jump head first into something great,
there’s a voice saying “wait!” because you forgot to lift your parachute.
you realize you aren’t floating, but your falling.
down, down, down..
who’s to say you’ll land on your feet?
the scariest thing is,
you won’t find out, until you hit the ground.
learning to love is like learning how to breathe,
inhaling, exhaling in some need of want and affection.
learning how to love is like learning how to read,
wanting to know more about someone, hoping it’ll give you satisfaction.
learning to love is like skydiving out of a plane.
and love makes you do crazy things.
learning to love is learning to feel.
and you can’t love unless..
you’re healed.
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lacy, oh lacy
@kurtsascot made a post that said this song was faberry coded and then my brain wouldn't let me go to sleep until i drew this
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i love this
I love you
I love you
I do not need you to say it,
I do need you to know it,
I love you,
I think it’d be unfair
If you were to love me too,
I am not a good person,
I love you
I love you,
I feel better because of it,
It redeems me of something,
I am not a good person,
But surely if I am capable
Of loving you
Then at least there is something in me
That loves good.
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earthquake.
crash and burn,
someone was able to fuel the fire in you.
you have been destroyed
toyed with for too long,
so it’s hard to believe that it could be true.
the wind whips with hostility and disdain,
you would hate to know how you love
is equivalent to pain.
instead of defeating the storm,
you are safer on higher ground.
your heart is my earthquake.
so if you don’t feel safe,
it’ll all come crumbling down.
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the lover’s anatomy.
the veins pump in my blood,
straight to my heart.
it beats all for you , just for you.
when you look at me with such admiration,
it creates a sensation that i can’t escape.
and suddenly i forget how to breathe.
my lungs are tight like a warm hug,
and my stomach churns.
i can’t shake the feeling when i’m around you,
and my brain can no longer remember how to form words that leave my mouth.
i have nothing left to say, so i speak in the love language of touch.
holding your hand in mine is indescribably the best thing, and this is the recipe for lover’s anatomy.
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this shit is beautiful
i have no clue what fucking direction my life is going
but as long as it leads me to you
i’m quite content
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These overlapping
Whispers like hands wrapped around
My throat, squeezing tight
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yes.
has anyone else recently felt the urge to do a glee rewatch
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You’re everything i could ever dream of
and i am standing by
as you abandon me
i thought you were my savior
i am unable to prevent the spread of heartbreak
that your causing me
i am dealing with this agony
your words are like daggers
and i’m getting fucking tired.
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pretty brown eyes.
synopsis- you and your girlfriend were on the outs but you had hoped something would change, and only one person was stopping you from finding your true happiness.
characters : fem x stem reader.
warning: slurs, cursing, homophobia, verbal abuse.
flashback.
december 21st, 2022. friday, 9pm.
“baby. i had a great time with you tonight.” your feet burned from ice skating across the rink, something your partner knew you loved to do ever since you were ten years old. but you didn’t care because you got to spend time with a beautiful girl that was all yours. “all mine.” she said, taking your hand, cupping your face and kissing you ever so gently, guiding you back into the apartment that you guys invested all your money in after highschool. life was perfect. you finished school, and lived together. you woke up every morning greeted by the same girl with pretty brown eyes and beautiful white teeth. she did the same smile everytime she saw you, and it made you feel like no one else could.
“so did i.” it was perfect. you sat on the couch beside her, and turned on your favorite movie. you sighed happily. “my feet still hurt, those skates were tight as hell on my feet.” she laughed, picking up the remote.
“i think we should watch home alone since it’s a classic.” she said.
whatever she wanted that was fine with you, because as long as you got to watch her do those cute little squeals and giggles , laughing at the same parts over and over. she cuddled closer to you every time something happened.
and that was enough.
until it wasn’t.
present day.
“seriously, y/n? what is wrong with you? all you can muster up to tell me is that you were “out?” she started pacing.. and you watched as her feet rotated everytime she took five steps forward, and so on and so on.
“you tweaking out right now bro. i was out. i told you that. i had to work. just stop pacing and sit down. chill.” you said, sitting up on the couch.
“how am i supposed to chill, y/n? it smells like you had another bitch in our car. that perfume fucking stink, and i don’t wear that. and you wear cologne. so again.. who is that?”
“you know i would never cheat on you mama. calm down, cmere.” you take her hands and rub them with the pads of your thumbs. “relax.”
“look at me.” you took your index finger and guided her chin to raise her head up , making eye contact. she looked at you. with those same pretty brown eyes. but this time they weren’t full of lust, longing, or happiness but now.. she was hurt.
you couldn’t tell her what really happened. your mom came back from Georgia and told you she wanted to enroll you in some homophobic school for Christians who “lost their way.” the truth is.. you told your mom that you were living by yourself.
even though you were old enough to make your own decisions, your mom made sure she could control everything that was ever good in your life because she hated the fact your found love and it was with a woman.
thursday, 7:45pm. in your car. flashback.
your mom walked up to your car window knocking lightly on the glass, signaling you to let her in. she sat in the drivers seat.
“so, y/n, how have you been sweetheart?” your mom said, looking over at you in the passenger seat.
you sat in the seat, posture poor, looking out the window so intently.
“fine.” you said, monotone and flat.
you sat there in silence for a bit, rubbing your hands down your dirty work uniform, not sure what to even say at a time like this. the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“so i’ll be back soon to take you-“ your mom started.
you turned to her in the passenger seat, impatient.
“i’m NOT going. i have a life here. i’m loved. my friends are incredible people. my girlfri-“ you stopped. your eyes darted down so quickly, looking at the dashboard and all the contents in the cup holder, hoping she didn’t hear you.
your mom sighed. “your.. girlfriend? this is why you need to go, i thought you left that way back in the past. it’s a phase, no child of mine is gay.”
you felt tears well up in your eyes, so you shifted slowly back to looking out the window. you sighed.
“mom- look. i love her. so much. she’s so beautiful. she takes care of me. looks out for me. supports me. she-“
“NO. if you want to live your life like the rest of those faggots you should probably stay.” your mom said, completely and utterly disappointed. “i won’t support this, i wanted children. you failed me. no woman will ever love you like i do.” she kept going on and on.
“get out.” you whispered, tears about to flow. “i have to go home mom.”
“why so you can go be with your girlfriend?” she mocked. you didn’t like that. so you repeated louder.
“leave.” you turned to face her. she looked at you with such hatred, like you were a stranger.
and you thought…
”those aren’t the eyes i remember.”
once upon a time, my mom looked at me with her pretty brown eyes.
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