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thank god i found this person

love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.

"Kiss me till I lose myself in you."

i wish i could go back to the september day

when i met your mother and i wish i could have told her

that i wasn’t in love with you yet but soon enough

it would develop like the sea glass she kept on the table.

they say the second kiss isn’t as good as the first

but i think i could kiss you a million times and i would

still feel like i’m walking on clouds.

i think our minds must be tied together with some tightly-woven thread because i feel weird for no reason and then i find out something happened to you and i go oh my god that’s the Feeling i was feeling

i think i’m drowning in missing you

but the waves only come when i’m

tired and scared, when the world

is turning the wrong direction

and the only way to fix it

is running back into your arms.

i know we’re kind of young and i’m just trying to put myself together but you’re my forever and always. i think you’re the glue i was missing when i fell apart.

i look at you, and of course you’re beautiful, but what i really see is your heart, filling the air around you. you take pictures of the sky, my love. nothing can be more perfect than that.

is it bad that i want my hair spread out on your pillow, that i need your face close to mine? i’d run my hand down your face like a waterfall, kiss you where it hurts. to exist beside you, that’s all i’ll ever wish for on shooting stars.

you are gentle with me

like my mother should have been

and i guess it’s kind of sad

that i found that kind of love in your arms

i don’t have a role model

and i don’t think i ever will

because you taught me not to look up to celebrities

and i never was obsessed with hemingway

but everyone in the room looks up to their parents

yet i’ve always looked down at you.

if i hold onto you for long enough

can i just go ahead and melt into your skin?

then i can be with you forever and always.

today i was sick

today i was sick but i came to see you. couldn't imagine even getting out of bed--my head felt so heavy but my heart must've betrayed me because i got on the bus and i went to a place where i don't really belong. i tell myself i don't belong--until i see you. 

and i felt bad for possibly making you sick too, because it's the worst thing in the world and i love you the most. but the moment i touched your skin i think all my worry went away. you felt so soft in my arms. 

no idea, no idea, no idea how you feel. i can't read your mind, all those runes i wish to uncover. i don't even know if the way you hold me is genuine. but i know i'm lying to myself every time i reread our memories and say it was never anything at all. 

because if i sink into you for ten minutes straight how can it be just friendship?

yup, someone put it into words

the thing is even if i try , i can’t forget you , i have already engraved your name into my heart

an artifact

I wish to leave behind an artifact. because even today I leaf through my old notebooks, I run my hands over my legacy. though I can never re-remember my thoughts I can see the ones I deemed fit to put onto paper. and some of it is silly, I won't lie. I look back and ponder my past priorities. yet it is still an artifact--it does not have to philosophical or world-changing to do so. it captured a moment in my life, encapsulated it into pen ink. although I type and I type I would be remiss if I didn't say it scares me how easily I could lose my life's work. in paper I can never lose it. even when the ink fades my heavy handwriting will leave indents in the paper, leave a mark on me. I guess for that reason it is good that I write like my ink will fade in five minutes. in the grand scheme of time, five minutes is all my life will amount to. I can only hope that that five minutes left a tiny mark on the world--a problem fixed, a person to be remembered. and even after my five minutes is up (though once I think about it more, it adds up to more like five seconds) my artifacts will be left behind. even when the last person has forgotten me, may some poor soul happen upon my inner thoughts and dreams.

i feel like if you don't find out what you like to do when you're a little kid, you find out when you're fourteen. when i was a kid i jumped between activities. i thought the only things you could do were dance, soccer, and art. now, i've realized that not only are there so many hobbies in the world, but i just love doing some things. i realized this during my eighth grade year, when i underwent a large existential crisis. i love performing, being onstage and putting on a show. i love talking to people, meeting different personalities and learning about different cultures. i love working with kids, seeing their unique way of thinking and their fresh perspective on the world. i realized that year that i'm a people person, through and through. i always thought i was an introvert, because i was shy and didn't know how to start conversations. i'd crave the feeling of being around people without knowing how to fulfill that need. you don't really know anything about yourself until you're fourteen.

pen to paper

during the dark days

when i never wanted to see another person

the paper was there for me.

blue lines and white space,

emptiness and yet everything.

i couldn’t help but put pen to paper.

and if you look back on my loose-leaf from that time

you’ll find that there are neatly raised indents on the back,

loopy cursive leaving its legacy.

back then i could not write for the sake of writing,

my prose endlessly addressed to the people i loved.

i found a strange sort of comfort in knowing they would never be found.

and they were angry messages,

lovesick,

lovelorn.

i have never written a letter to someone i did not love in any way.

my epistolary jar tells the tales of a tragic love and a star-crossed one,

stages of knowing,

stages of heartbreak.

none of my love stories end the same way,

but i can tell you for sure that they never end well.

i have notebooks filled with stupid ideas,

things that soared in my head but never made it off the ground.

from time to time

i feel bad

for all the people i have made suffer

under those messy stories

and that twisted handwriting.

i sift through my musings

among those i call home,

we all laugh at my words that once held my pain.

i unfold my letters and

for a second feel sorry for that heartbroken girl.

i shuffle them away in a flurry of shame.

writing

is more than pen on paper

or clacking on a keyboard

or even the wild art form that a true poet would say it is.

writing is

a little piece of your soul

that you give away

in hopes that someone else will have the puzzle piece to complete it.

pink tulle bracelet

today,

she gave me a twisted bracelet made out of pink tulle.

and it made me wonder.

how can such a simple object hold so much love?

i wish i could throw it out into the world,

the words, the meaning, the life,

oh my,

my confidante,

my one to rely on,

my person i run back to every time,

i love you.

the way you smile when we remember the old days

and the way you listen and never complain.

the way you go out of your way to talk to me

and the way we can communicate from across the room.

with every speck of my being,

i love you.

and in five years

i will not remember the meaning or the significance

of this twisted bracelet made of pink tulle

but i will hold it and feel how much love radiates off of it.

with all my heart and soul,

i love you.

my spun silk

you say your hair is brown 

yet i say spun silk. 

you say your eyes are boring

but i see sweet caramel and the warmest milk. 

you think you’re weird

but all i see is my butterfly. 

i say my mind is disturbed

and you say, “then why do you love me?”

i say i’m dangerous

and you say “no amount of danger could keep me away from a dragonfly.”

i say you don’t want me 

and you say “what if i do?”

i could never see the things you see in me. 

my eyes are distorted and so are yours.  

showing the shadows and never the light.

this is why you love. 

to know yourself through another’s eyes. 

a new start

it was something i felt from a million miles away,

the ending,

the beginning.

watching the light fade away till it flashed to darkness.

i can see the flickers of distant flames,

and for a moment hope flickers within my heart in the same rhythm.

some part of me feels

that even though everything is dark right now,

a new start will come and bring me back to life.

everything right now feels so desolate.

the night sky no longer shimmers with the stars that once loved me so.

seeing the flare of light from faraway,

thinking “who was she? the girl i once called my own?”

yet the crystalline glass of the suncatcher she gave me

still shines with the light of the sun and its galaxies.

the silky softness of what we used to be,

it glitters with newfound gold.

a new start will improve upon the old.

wonder, wonder, wonder.

will the doors that close behind me ever open again?

their dim lamp gleams through the cracks between the hinges.

i wonder what they’re doing back there.

i wonder if they’re having fun.

but a new door sparkles in front of me.

a new start will be a clean slate.

i've hugged you so many times in the last week but i can't get enough.

you smell like my parents' spice cabinet, cinnamon, star anise, and vanilla blended into some heavenly drug.

i can't wait to hug you again.

my hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the great war

hey! i'm loveletterlesbian :D

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two days, six hours, and two minutes till i see you again.

love is everything and nothing like i thought it would be.

i spent years pining over the cute texts i saw on pinterest, and they were nothing like what happened with you and me, and still i loved it so so so much.

the way you looked at me

i don't know what to do i'm just a little puddle of love

every time i walk out after seeing you i get this feeling

it's like i'm hot chocolate, marshmallows on top

leaves fall like me for you

you stare at me from across the room

warm coffee, fluffy sweaters

loving you feels so fuzzy i can't put it into words

covalent bonds are the cutest.

like LITERALLY. they share electrons!! And they have to be one non-metal and one metal, so they have to be different. Opposites attract!!

i wanna share electrons with someone!!

(okay that might be a bit much.)

no regrets!