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just a teen writer who loves the little things in life ā©Ā°ļ½” āāø ā®
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Ivelle š
just a teen writer who loves the little things in life ā©Ā°ļ½” āāø ā®
just a teen writer who loves the little things in life ā©Ā°ļ½” āāø ā®
just a teen writer who loves the little things in life ā©Ā°ļ½” āāø ā®
They told me to describe a sunset without any color.
To not use the words orange, yellow, red.
I didnāt find it challenging,
because all I could come up with was you.
Being with you is a special kind of feeling,
and Iāve loved your simple presence.
Looking into you feels like a privilege,
even though I get to experience it every day,
my love for it hasnāt changed at all.
Your smile replicat...
I say that I do not care for you,
yet when you wounded me,
I stitched up my cut
using the color of your lips,
so that I could imagine
that it was you
easing my pain,
rather than the cold needle and thread
piercing my skin.
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And as we parted ways,
I swore to everyone in my life
that I would rather stab myself 3 times in my hand before going back to you.
But they seemed to know that I was trying to convince myself
more than I was trying to
convince them.
Because we both know that if you said the right words,
I would have come back on your doorstep,
holding your favorite flowers
and chocolates,
in my right
hid...
Softness.
As the music floats through the room,
the sound of the notes bringing you to a quiet sleep, thatās all I think about. Your softness.
For trusting you, maybe I am a sinner.
No matter what the rules say,
whatās the consequences to your love?
The first sin of humanity was Adam trusting Eve, so much so that he bit the apple.
Because what were the pearly gates to the smile of his wife?
B...
Softness.
To be fair, pliable, influenced.
To give love, comfort, compassion.
To never say no.
To always say yes.
Maybe I was never meant to be soft.
From the cracks that I grew out of,
from the violence Iāve endured,
some turn to gentle silence and graceful gestures.
But Iām not meant for it.
Iām meant to be loud.
Meant to be proud.
Meant to be loved.
Meant to be opinionated.
And maybe Iām not...
I donāt want to leave them. Please donāt take them away from me.
I was once a kid too. And when I was growing up, my mother and father werenāt the best people. I love them, but I would want different parents if I had the choice. And once I realized that my dream was set in stone.
While my friends were dreaming about going to the moon or becoming famous musicians, I dreamed of having a love that...
I sit on the cold tiled floor of my bathroom, clutching my knees to my chest. I frantically look around, trying to name five things I can see and hear.
Air vent.
Shower head.
Curtains.
Thatās all I see. My chest heaves up and down in a panic and my tears are staining my ripped shirt.
His touch is engrained in my skin. I can still feel his saliva in my mouth. I can hear his laugh from here.
If ...
From our eyes interlocking across the classroom,
because I always thought you were the perfect distraction
to
our fingers intertwining with each other,
since your hands always seemed to be warm,
you really were like the sun.
From laughing with you because of a little mistake in our words
to
having a key to the same front door.
From hugs and kisses every day
to
ignoring each otherās texts
...
Thereās no curse more twisted than love. She knocked me down, my head pounding as it fell on the icy gound with a thud. She looked at down at me like I was less than human. Like I was just another body to her. I try to pick myself up, but she kicks me, my side throbbing with pain almost immediately.
I hate to admit it, but Iām happy. Iām happy that sheās the last person I see before I draw my fin...