god, i used to dedicate so much of my poems to the one i love the most. i used to dedicate chapters upon chapters and words upon words that perfectly describe and encapsulate the feelings i have for him and all the thoughts i couldn't say out loud to him. all those years, i knew those words were better left unsaid and just be written to the internet, him being unknown but the poems still dedicated to him. i love being a writer, i love writing, and i love him as my muse.
i used to write so much about him that all i could think about when i daydream was how i could write my thoughts so well that i could sculpt him out of my words and show the world how mad a writer can be when they fall in love. i even put up titles on my works and related it to songs i used to listen to over the course of my college years. looking back at it and reading over some of my works, i was so carefree; just letting the words flow freely, whatever comes in my mind. just pouring it all on paper and just let the magic of writing happen. the words are nothing but ache, hopefulness, happiness, and such an unending love for him that i was willing to do anything and be anything for him.
god, i was cringe. i was genuinely so cringe. but i was so happy and free and whenever i read through my works just because, i get that nostalgic feeling of sitting down in class and waiting for class to end just so i could continue the thought process i had when i was about to write something.
i was so cringe. but then again, as they say, 'to be cringe, is to be free'.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
