i wonder if you can guess
poetry
my hating people your loving them my survivorship ("strength") your hopeful living (strength) my distrust in humanity your kindness to the world before i knew it i became this way i was always this way was i faking it before? you're my admiration, darling my hope
ds
my love, here i was going to write a poem about my love for you because all of my poems, my writings, turn into that for some reason. like i don't know the reason.. i've known the reason for over two years now. longer. my heart
ds
I can't count how many times I've cried. The past 2 years have been some of the hardest times of my life. The worst part is I hurt the one person that I truly love.. I really fucked up. How could I have let myself hurt
ds
Deens, There is so much I want to say to you. Part of me feels like it's way too late. Part of me hopes that it's not. I've been thinking about so much about my life, my feelings, what I've been through,
ds
~~March 22, 2025 Hey Deens. I wanted to let you know that I'll be flying to thailand April 14th. I'm coming because I want to see you. You mean the world to me. I'd really like to see you, talk to you, and all
ds
as if love can be dissected and neatly categorized like items on a list. they wanted me to talk about your eyes or your smile or your voice but the truth is i never needed a reason to love you it's simply a part of me you see
ds
would you find it interesting? would you dissect the meaning behind it? would you read it more than once? would it get boring to you? i may not have much writing experience, but i like to think i make up for it in emotion. in storytelling (maybe not so much
ds
poetry
without truly knowing i fell i fell for your way of thinking your beautiful perception of the world your beauty that ignites flames within me your intelligence in which awes me your kindness that warms my heart but none of that is truly why i fell for you your soul
ds
So many thoughts racing through my mind I can breathe again yet feel so empty inside You gave me substance but my mind was too worn that I got lost Lost in the fog finding my way Chasing the dream I once envisioned for us Feeling trapped by past regrets
ds
is this even poetry
writing
You broke up with me not too long ago. I ask myself why like I didn't know.. I know I wasn't there. I know I hurt you. I know.. but I tried sticking it out. Why can't you? Why can't people stick