Historias de Idontloveyou

This book was not written out of bitterness, but out of clarity. For a long time, I believed that attention meant love-that being noticed, texted back sometimes, or kept close without commitment was enough to justify how much of myself I gave away. I mistook proximity for care, familiarity for intention, and silence for something I could fix if I just tried harder. These poems are about the years I spent waiting to be chosen by people who never planned to choose me. They are about lowering my standards, questioning my worth, and slowly losing pieces of myself in the hope that love could be earned through patience or self-sacrifice. They are also about the moment when that hope finally broke-and the truth stepped in. What I learned is simple, but it took me a long time to accept: when someone does not care about who you are, what you love, or what you have to say, they do not care about you. No amount of understanding, loyalty, or self-erasure can turn attention into love. This book is for anyone who has waited, excused, or endured because they thought being close was better than being alone. It is for those who confused longing with connection and felt guilty for wanting more. And it is for the version of myself who believed she had to change to be worthy of staying. Know that there is someone out there who will love you, don't settle. You're worthy to be loved fully and completely.

Unfiltered thoughts

Niki Cole is NOT popular. She has one friend and many more enemies. But not as many as him... Main Male Lead: Jakob Thoms. Arrogant, silly and most importantly he's their high school's golden boy. Oh yeah, did I forget? He's also Niki's ex so when a DUMB law comes into place, he goes from enemy to fiancé. ~~ "Girl! Have you heard? Everyone's talking about you!" Rae calls as she hands me a coffee. "I'm going to forget what you just said and thank you for buying me coffee," she rolls her eyes at my snarky remark. "Jeez Nik, I thought you'd at least want to know that you're marrying Jakob on Sunday," she mumbles as she rummages through her bag. "WHAT?"

"I love you..." he breathes out, his hazel eyes filled with relief. His back straightened, like as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Dark curls tickled my brow as he pressed his forehead against mine, his warm breath fanning against my lips. The warmth of his arms around my waist kept me rooted to the ground as the reality of his words came swinging my way. "Stop." "What?" Allen says, pulling back from me with a frown gracing his lips. "I said stop." "Stop what, Delia?" he raises his hands to my face, cupping both of my cheeks. "Stop with the 'I love you' stuff!" I say with exasperation, yanking his hands away from me. "I'm sorry if I'm coming off too strongly, but I want you to know how I feel!" he practically yells at me, his tone becoming defensive. I look into his eyes, guilty for the way I feel. I can't, I just can't say it. "It's of no use, though!" I snap, twisting my body away from him. I start to walk away, tears running down my cheeks. "And why is that!?" Allen yells, chasing after me. An olive hand of his reaches out and pulls me back to him. My heart stops at that, happy that he is finally angry. I was getting tired of this, I AM tired of this. I push him away from me again and turn back around. "Why!?" he yells. That sends me over the edge. "BECAUSE! I DON'T LOVE YOU!" ***** After a boy asked her, Delia Hayes, to a dance, she thought her life would be complete bliss. He showered her with compliments and gave her looks of absolute adoration. Little did she know, what she thought was far from correct. She eventually became this boy's, Allen Brady, girlfriend. Whenever he was around, she smiled and felt happy. But she never got butterflies at his touch, and his kisses didn't make her melt. Wasn't that supposed to happen whenever you were in love? Was she even in love in the first? She didn't know and she didn't understand what was happening to her.

After Frank and Gerard split up last Summer, it's a new year. Can they repair their relationship or will it just be another high school fling? Both still in love, can they overcome the homophobia, bullying, pain, abuse and heartbreak of teenage life warning: smut pls vote/comment/follow ❤️ message with ideas and mentions in the story lots of different ships such as Rikey/Ryden/Peterick/Johnlock/MorMor/Trillie If you want your OTP mentioned, message me

Jazlin, a girl that's 15 years old has been through a lot growing up. Being bullied all the way till the 8th grade, have trust issues, family issues, and having one or two toxic relationships that ruined her. She still found a way to put a smile on her face, a bubbly person who shines light on everyone's life when she walks into the room. 9th grade is when she met him. A boy name Ethen, 17 years old. Something about him makes her feel safe and more better. They started to talk during and after school, facetime each other. It was great, she felt the connection but denied it wanting to take time for herself to heal and not wanting to get into another relationship of being so afraid from the past relationships she was in. But Ethen, she felt different towards him. It's just him and her. And she liked it.

~{English}~ A poem about a girl who is forced to love a boy and that boy is also forced to love the girl. The girl hates the boy because he doesn't really love her.

"You, Savanna Montoya are... mine." - - - - - - - • - - - - - - - Have you ever been abducted by your next door mafia ninja human? Well I have. And let me tell you... It was pretty dramatic. After all, I've never known how to keep my mouth shut which can put girl in quite a bit of trouble. Especially when you are being held against your will by the boy who is to be the leader of the mafia once his father, Alico Rivera is dead. I was always alert whenever I was out by myself. Just something you have to get used to when to when you grow up on the streets. But that ONE day I let my guard down... Detroit Rivera had to come around and kidnap me. So thanks for that. Note the sarcasm. Oh and did I forget to mention this all started with bananas?

My jumbled situation

This is a story about me. My name is Ariona and I'm lesbian. I'm dating a pansexual girl but not because I like her! I won't like anyone ever, ever! At the same time I get extremely jealous but I hate when people say I am. I hate anyone my girlfriend finds attractive and they must be scared off! I swear I don't lover her!

A poem to encompass the feeling of knowing that someone loves you, but you don't love them back. Most unfortunately, inspired by personal experience. Enjoy!

Kal had a promise to fulfill. His younger self was promised a chance to be with Desiree. By Desiree herself. So why was she pretending he never existed? Lucas had nothing. Life was harsh on him for no reason at all. So when everything took a turn for the better, he knew it was too good to last. Naomi wanted to be seen. She was forgotten by the one who she never forgot. All she wanted was one glance. One chance. Desiree was the popular girl. The one who didn't need to be a cheerleader. The one who was popular by her own merit. The school adored her. She was dating the currently most popular guy in school. Her story was finished, right?

Music sat there bored (My first stary ygmhdbdn) She heard a B00m S@N$ Migicaly DCTC FC FC g appeared like a baus lol and yelled "BIG FWUFFY PEEACORNS DANCING ON MUSIC BODY ROLLS BODY ROLLS HIGH KICKS NYA NYA NYYYYYYYYYYA NYA HIGH KICKS HIGH KICKS LOLOLOLOL LE END !!!!!! Omg... Just found this in my drafts...*Clicks Publish*

Israel Wang swears that he doesn't love his upstairs neighbor. He swears it on god, on his family, on his dead goldfish, that he doesn't love him. Malachi Myers would beg to differ.

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This is shounen ai but not exactly. Two lovers finally meet again but one of the lovers looks way different than 7 years ago. Erik tells himself he would never fall in love again. ------------------- It's cheesy I'm sorry.

Just some random poems that I come up with ❤️

A book for everyone who loves unapologetically, mainly because they're secretly a hot mess. I've compiled a collection of poems for all the hopeless romantics out there who got their hearts smashed by someone who clearly didn't deserve them. This is for all my fellow softies who deserve every ounce of love the world has to offer, minus the crazy exes.

Hey, I'm back! Sorry I was traveling, and then there was just a lot of stuff I had to do, but I'm back now, with another poem. I'm starting to wonder whether or not I'll write a short story one of these days... Anywho, this one is called "Denial" about someone who loves someone else, but won't admit it. Enjoy!