Poems

Don't ask me to write love poems

Let's be romantic. Fuck it. Wait not actually fuck it okay I'll stop
How about stars, holding hands and stuff.
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Hey

Just wanted to say

I wish I could run my hands through your beautiful hair
I want to look in your eyes every day
And when you look back and smile
You make everything okay

You're like the moon
Some people are with you
But not me
I can see you shining
But I can't touch you
You're so close yet so far away

I love you

I fucking love you

I wish I could get closer to you but I can't
So imma stalk you 24/7 HAHAHAHA
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Thank you, thank you, I know, that was crazy. But that's really how my head works. One side is romantic, dreamy, emotional, and the other one is just straight up weird.

Let's for once embrace romance a bit. Metaphors are beautiful you know.
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I closed my eyes. Opened them.
The light was soft, brushing through my hair. I looked around, wondering, where was this place.
Soft grass of the meadows, at night. In the distance, mountains. And flowers, reflecting the shallow moonlight. Everything was soft and silvery, shiny but comforting, sparkling but peaceful.
Then I looked once more, and gasped; in the distance was a silhouette. I recognised you immediately, and walked towards you. Closer and closer, I could see your hair, your eyes, your body. You smiled, the stars reflecting in your eyes. I looked, and you looked back. You offered your hand, and I grabbed it. It felt comforting.
Together we walked through the endless fields, in silence. No words needed to be spoken, as love was beyond any language. It was a language on its own, grabbing, stabbing and connecting. Tonight, love had brought us here.
When you hugged me, it made me feel whole, for the first time in my life.
I didn't want this to end, ever.
You were everything to me, and I was everything to you. Together we needed nothing, just the stars, quietly looking down on us. We looked back, for hours, at the starry sky. But the true stars were close to me, in your eyes.

This wasn't real, only you were. But you weren't real. Not this you. I lay down next to you, when everything disappeared. You did. And I was left alone, wondering why.
I held your hand, but it had stopped as suddenly as it started; like it never happened.
I closed my eyes. Opened them.
Dreams were dreams. But when I saw you, you smiled back. Just like you did tonight.
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K bye I'm gonna and ask my brain if they could appear in my dreams tonight. Those kinds of dreams are why I sleep. And of course, to feel less tired. But man, those dreams are so good.
Sometimes I wake up from a dream and they were there. That's all I remember, nothing else. And at that moment, it's all that matters.