Gathering thoughts…
Send a message. Call them. Talk to them. The fury of youth will subside but loneliness will remain. Don’t let ego get in the way.
Life gets in the way and they probably don’t have time. Reach out. If they don’t reciprocate, you at least know you gave your best.
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She was a poem, I wrote in the sand, and I watched, As the waves of time, faded her memory. Time draws its own lines, carrying away each moment, each word. I was a fool to think, the shore, could hold her forever. Like the beautiful sunset, at dusk, watch it with awe, take it all in, because the sky will darken. Now, I stand with empty hands on a familiar beach. Tracing…
To the ones, Laying awake at night, Wondering if you’ll ever find someone. Scrolling through Instagram, Looking through the window of life, And it seems like the Whole world is finding love, You’re happy for them. But there’s a whisper, A doubt, A tiny prick to the heart “Will I ever be as happy as them?” Some of us have already been in love, And lost it. Wrong place, Or wrong…
i’ve been rejected so many times in the last year or so. Countless job apps, applied to accelerators for funding, no nothing in return, even reached out to contacts. Nope. Gotten kinda numb these days. Must not lose hope. Maybe better days are ahead..
I was about 11-12 I think when I first fell in love. I’ve fallen in love many times since. They say first love lasts forever, true to an extent. Then you have the second love which hits even harder than the first and you think this is it. We are gonna make it. Only to have it all come crashing down. I’ve seen the pack of cards come crashing down in the past.. Loved the same…
My hands traversed her thighs, she had tattoos. A lot of them. I had none and didn’t plan on getting one either. “You’re pretty, you know.“ She doesn’t believe it. I wish I had told her more often how beautiful she was. I wish I held her face and showered her with kisses. We met during turbulent times. There to talk each other through it, using our own fucked up understanding…
