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For once everything seemed to be ideal, And no questions were brought to light. Upon the conclusion I could only say, “It might be the best day of my life.”

I can remember every single detail, Even those who shared that with me. And though none of them were perfect, The moment felt right enough to believe.

That’s when I should’ve turned skeptical, My mind usually senses the fabrication. But it took the sun to burn the visions, Of what I dreamed as my liberation.

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Imagine what a Novel we’d make

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How did we end up on shores of the forgotten? I thought you said we were waves that could never crash.

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Our love has gone cold. You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else.

The 1975, “Somebody Else” (via wordsnquotes)

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You can’t trust a cold-blooded woman. You see, she’ll lie to you while looking you straight in the eye. She’ll leave you the morning after and forget all about you in a matter of seconds. She’ll feel no remorse after breaking your heart to pieces. I would know as I most definitely am one.

I.S. | @lunatic-poet {Read this prompt while listening to Cold Blooded by The Pretty Reckless}

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“I could have married you, instead I buried you. It’s all on you though, y-you didn’t give me a choice.” What started as a confident statement ended as a desperate plead for forgiveness. Only when the lifeless body of his fiancé lied six feet under the ground did the guilty man realize the weight of his actions. It was quite an upsetting sight: a lost boy since forever had his conscience and hands permanently stained with the blood of the love of his life, the one person who stuck around despite his daily breakdowns and undeniable issues. Let this be a lesson; you cannot fix a broken and deranged man. So all of you naïve and hopeful young girls better stay away from the mysterious ones, the ones with dried tears on their cheeks and the ones with a perpetual gleam of sheer malice in their eyes.

I.S. | @lunatic-poet {Writing prompt inspired by A Lunatic’s Lament - Alesana}

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Whilst impatiently greeting the sunrise together on the rooftop of our high school, we swayed at the sound of music only we could hear. His grip on my hips tightened and his lips found their way to my neck hesitantly, in between two laughs. Soon enough I couldn’t distinguish his soft whispers in my ear from the chilly breeze of Spring, as both made the hair on my arms stand and my legs tremble in a similar way to the leaves on the trees.

I.S. | @lunatic-poet {What we had was the definition of a teenage dream}

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My fingers are swollen with the words I cannot write. These words will one day swallow me whole. -Rupali Jeganathan

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Deep conversations and chill.

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I still remember those mornings when I’d wake up and see you still sound asleep next to me. I also recall thinking to myself during those blissful moments that you were the best thing to ever happen to me. A few months ago, I firmly believed that I could not live without you. Yet, here I am.

I.S. | @lunatic-poet {I’m still breathing}

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I never got to say goodbye. But perhaps some things are better left unsaid, Especially when only bittersweet words threaten to escape my mouth.

I.S. | @lunatic-poet {It is what it is}

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That’s the beautiful thing about poets. They love in depths no ordinary individual in their right senses ever could,  But that is also their tragedy.

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I promised myself I’d never feel quite so deeply anymore. Not after all those years of feeling every little bit of every little thing, a little too much. Not after taking in all I could, and giving all I had. Not after all that, and having it still not be enough. I promised myself I’d never feel as bad as I did in the moment you left me, cold and alone with the silk sheets rough against my skin in a room I could no longer call home. I swore I’d never feel so, bare and stripped of any love I had.

“But I never meant to not feel at all” remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)

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human beings made of glass, these fragile hearts can shatter fast.

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The thing is, I was always stuck between believing your actions and your words For they spoke totally different languages.

I.S. | @lunatic-poet {Eventually, I got sick of your meaningless words and empty promises}

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