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"i know where i am not wanted"
maybe someone should've slapped some sense into me the first moment i tried to defend your name. maybe someone could've opened my eyes to the fact that falling for a person that everyone loves is nothing but a gold rush, nothing but fool's gold. maybe, just maybe, someone could've told me that this situation ends in none but one ending, always one conclusion.
i am aware of the repercussions of my decisions. i see that with each passing second, the light of hope flickers with 'what if's left in my mind. i get ready as the fascination and stoicism ends with melancholy in losing battles.
i think to myself "why you? why does it have to be you?" yet i already know my answer. i just know, i've always known.
a charmer, a gorgeous piece of art that knows how to get people. you're one of a kind, a superstar shining and sparkling for all to see! a spectacular spectacle superfluous enough to catch the eye of curious bystanders. special, yet in the presence of all the "s" adjectives i used to describe you, special feels bland in comparison. you're not special, you are far greater than that.
it was like a moth to a flame, an ant to sugar, an extrovert to lively occurrences. i was enamored, enchanted by you. from the very first moment i saw you, something felt different. then again, it's probably just my delusions talking again, hopeless romanticism and all that. i mean, who wouldn't fall for you?
my heart stays in a state of limerence as i remain flabbergasted and astounded by you. too far gone to get back up. i am only now left aware that you wouldn't dare bat an eye in my direction. that's just not possible!
i know when i am not wanted. i am aware of the fact that i need to go, but awareness has no power when the mind and heart are at war. what strength does knowledge have when your heart wants what it wants?
knowledge isn't power when your battles are caused by your own foolish decisions, caused by naïveté and selfish desires. knowledge, it is more akin to a curse.
i know where i am not wanted, yet i can't help but keep coming back.
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#poetry#writing#rant#rant post#original poetry#poetsandwriters#spilled poetry#hex codes#Spotify#music#idk what else to put here
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“I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.”
— Charles Bukowski
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“Call me and tell me it’s just because you needed to hear my voice before you went to sleep.”
— Unknown
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333 .. スパーク 📎 it's you, i know
• cr to @/rudecopper on twt ! post • cr to @/ginaru2 on twt ! post
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Some TCG art uploaded by the TCG Instagram today. That Mightyena 🥺
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mystery dungeon core again
thank you to everyone who suggested a pokemon! id like to draw some more later this week, always a fun exercise
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skating sanrio icons 🛹
ID: 868023760 via sanriobiddies on ig
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Cinnamoroll phone theme ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
It comes with 1 wallpaper (day and night version) , 2 widgets, and 29 hand-drawn icons, plus the widgets also include the daytime sky version!
GET IT HERE! 💙
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Ruiner - Submitted by Synoicus
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#aesthetic#writing#folklore#august#thoughts#poetry#quotes#spilled poetry#spilled thoughts#how do i tag lmao
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me and you, and a very bad case of hopeless romanticism.
Hex Codes : #FFD400 #87CEEB
i have called the surface of this giant rock "home" for well over seventeen years, i've had quite a few experiences in regards to love; be it crushes, unrequited feelings, boyfriends, friends, family, pets, peers, passions, interests, and so forth. and to be perfectly honest, love is great. sure, it has its (very big) ups and downs most of the time but love has always been something that i find to be amazing. some people call it naïveté, i think "curiosity" is a better and less condescending term.
i've established that yes, the idea of love is a topic i find quite interesting. however, something that piques my interest a little more is the "color of love."
as someone who is absolutely obsessed with associating colors to every scenario, love is somewhat an enigma; it is something inconsistent, forever changing to those who experience it. no one sees and feels the same color as it is something that is quite up for interpretation. it is both warm and cool and some aspects are neutral, it is black and white yet the most colorful thought. it's quite surreal to think about.
platonic and familial love is something i would like to save for a different time though. as august is about to start, i'd like to say that i've had my fair share of colors associated with the chaos we call romantic attraction.
love had been pink, a love for a childhood best friend never to be requited. an experience i still hold quite dearly and has forever shaped a part of me.
it has been orange, a love that fell apart due to circumstance yet will always have so much respect for each other. a friend beforehand, and still a friend after all the wreckage our untimely love brought upon us.
it had been red, burnt my skin and burnt my heart as i let a man tear me down and build me back up all for his amusement. played by a cheater, a fraud, a heartbreaker, a liar, and a good-for-nothing idiot.
and love has been purple, a love that died the same way a candle in a rainstorm would. a slow and painful decay of not being given enough flame to keep the fire alive, not given a shelter for the love to thrive.
love had been bitter, left me bruised and battered far too many times. despite all of this, experiences give me new colors for my pallet. a sick way to look at situations but what is hurt if not an experience to enhance your art?
i'm still desperately hoping and begging that one day, the right color of love would come to me. for it to envelope me until i exhale my last sigh of content, before falling into the deep blackness of death.
maybe love will come to me soon, too.
and maybe, hopefully,
love comes in the form of you.
a blue boy i barely know but i would love to get to know. eyes that shine with artistry, lips that sing such a good melody, mind full of creativity, and a heart perfect for me made perfectly. a showstopper, head-turner, painfully amazing blue boy with skies as clear as day.
are those eyes actually hollow, full of self-pity? lips kept shut for an eternity when asked, how is he? mind fogged with misery? is your sky actually blue or is it the grayest, are they cloudy?
i would love to know who knows?
maybe this is just a crush, randomly passing by. i'll probably get over this soon. i probably won't.
what would i know? in the end, i am just a boy who is extremely fascinated with the thought and occurrence of love. the flaws and pros of it pique my interests, in such a way that even music could not capture my attention the same. it's methodical, it's scientific, it's a stupid kid's forever wish.
#poetry#colors#love#love me pls#hex codes#rant#aesthetic#i guess#idk what tags to use#i have a crush#he's cool#Spotify#playlist#writing#spilled ink#thoughts
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On A Roll - Submitted by skymantle
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