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i cant make him love meI laid in my bed starring up at the pale white ceiling and I couldn't go to sleep because all I could think about was you. I was remembering the time we went on a walk and you took me to the playground, but we went the secret way, and it made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I was remembering how you grabbed my hand when I was in the middle of a story, and afterwards I couldn't remember what I was saying. I was remembering how you wrapped your arms around me on the couch and whispered made up secrets into my ear. I remembered how one day it was foggy and rainy and hot but you looked at mi cant make him love me
by ~yourheartjustbreaks
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there's no such thing asthey met during the death of a party, of all the poetic places. more people were leaving than arriving, and it was becoming apparent four a.m. was just too late for some people. not these people. she was a peroxide princess, flipping her bleached hair over one shoulder and popping her hip. she was sipping on a cloudy lemon drop, licking her lips lucidly. he was watching static slide across a broken lcd screen, a long crack running down the middle of the picture. he was wearing dark raybans that covered his eyes; the frames a partially translucent cheetah print, but you could only see it if you were looking real close. he was taking slow dragsthere's no such thing as
by ~crushasphyxia
frozen firecracker waltzfrozen firecracker waltz
he told me that 'life is tetris when the pieces fit, because all the other shit disappears. when they don't, all your issues just pile on top of each other until the screen fills up and GAME FUCKING OVER.' i told him that at least tetris had a restart button.
sometimes he talked in his sleep and he would say things like 'i know that the cherry trees love me' or 'i'm breaking into marrow-thin strips' or 'she's a maverick and i fucked her like i meant it'. i would write these things down and show them to him and the crinkle of his eyebrows meant that they troubled him, but he said they were pretty.
somewhere i
by ~khaosxcaos
just, an adjectivejust, an adjective
if i ever loved you, it was for your misconceptions. if i ever was in love with you, it it wasnt because you'd pull me along in the dark, holding and touching and pretending to love me, it was because you called me up at one in the morning and asked me if i wanted an adventure, and i knew it was dangerous and i knew you and if i ever loved you it was because nothing was ever safe with just you.
if i ever thought i could love you it was for all the words you've ever told me, a combination of the lies and the too-harsh truth that i just couldn't make myself take. for every compliment there was a 'i really don't even l
by ~crushasphyxia
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