Sthandwa sami
I had a dream you took a bullet for me and that's how we part. A couple moments later your sight reached mine and we reached no reprieve. Tell me....do you wish to mean that little to me? You were all I knew and now I lay perched wondering if that will all it ever will be? You remain in letters of my past and in bids of passion for the future, your presence reaches no release....the only time my lover took a bullet for me, was all in my dreams as I weep and weep and weep.
Dear mon coeur,
every time i close my eyes, i see your face and feel the vibration of your voice. you bring emotions out of me that i had no clue existed, emotions i thought i could never feel. for that i thank you and i hope to see you again.
Love, your madam
X0x0 Lovebytes
i see you in corners of skeletal darkness. there is a liquidity to this desire. maybe one day we will be human together.
YourFunnyValentine <3
When your absence begins to gnaw at the kernel of my being, I imagine you clawing on the flesh of my neck, like a fork scraping an egg fried Sunny-Side up.
Hater of cinematography students
I feel the love lost, a linger of what was once a pull. You said my black nail polish looked like mold. Funny how your new bitch begs to differ.
Bbymother
None of those songs remind me of you anymore. But I'm sure there's plenty you still skip because they make you think of me. They sting you because of what you did, they relieve me because it was never actually what it could have been.
Anonymous
How could I not wish for your return after you've left such a beautiful scar on me? How could I not see parts of your comforting visage in every other person I meet? You haunt me like a ghost of phosphorescence, and yet you still live.
Aza
To the person who didn’t know me long, but seemed to care for me like you did. I still recall how you kissed me tenderly on the forehead and squeezed me tightly. I think about your gentle breath on my skin as we fell asleep together
spliffed soliloquy
You remain the undying ember smoldering in the ruins of my resolve, an ache that defies the tyranny of time. Each encounter with you unravels me an exquisite torment, where every glance threatens to unmoor the fragile scaffolding of my self control. You are desire incarnate, a paradox of serenity and chaos, dressed in wit and wrapped in perfection. I am forever condemned to the sublime agony of your perfection.
Joanne
We got more friendly with each other again over this past summer. I’m not sure if it was just because we were forced to be in the same room most of the time. You could have fooled me if I was a passer-by on the beach that day, it was our best attempt yet.
Dance towards me please, spill your drink across checkered linoleum. Crawl through swaying hips and inseparable couples to kiss my fake Miu Miu’s. Or don't, and I’ll pretend you’re entranced by the version of me in your peripheral vision.
Yours, Jan
You are as perfect as ever. I used to write to you so much! Now when I try to word my desire for you, I just look up and end up thinking about the world. But if telling you stuff is how stuff become real to me, then I must tell you, I wish for new smells, I wish for more walks, and I wish to forgive you and me.
Love,
Lily
Petal ink
Ours is a story that reflects how timing can shape the trajectory of relationships. It serves as a reminder that love does not always align with circumstances. Sometimes, it emerges when we are least prepared or when external factors conspire against us. The tenderness of our connection lingers, an eternal testament to unfulfilled potential and the intricate dance of human emotions.
In the end, Him and I experience illustrates that the heart knows desire even when the mind insists on practicality. Our story portrays love as a force that transcends time—a beautiful, messy, and ultimately unresolved longing that remains in the hearts of those who once felt its spark. While we may have missed our chance at romance, the memory of our encounter lasts, whispering tales of a love meant to be, waiting patiently for the right time to flourish.
big body in a big foreign
you cruised past me in your big foreign while I was strolling with another lame the other night. you slid your windows & called out for me the same way I used to gasp your name while your big body was inside me. anytime I’m close to letting you go, I fall into the trap of lust as if we’re bound - will you text to break this big back in your foreign again? #waitingforyourtext
Lisakhanya
I miss you very much. Sometimes I wonder why you would talk to me about other people, when we were both in love with each other. I know I could've been better mentally, but I feel I was pressured into being better, not at my own time. Now I've been at the mercy of my mental illness for a very long time, for over a year. Yet, I still miss you. You know I love you very much. I wish I could speak to you again, maybe someday.
Anonymous
I’m tired of the push and pull, hot and cold and of the inconsistency and hesitation towards me. My person would never make me second guess myself, leave me questioning or wondering. My person would never make me feel like an option.
Dear E
Reconnection and retrogrades make for time travelling and bittersweet nostalgia.
And I still remember how your mother told me that you're just like your father, fickle and fraught with worry (she also said it's for the best that I got away). The Aquarian sculpture I made for you sits still on your shelf, while the plush bunny rabbit occupies your place in my bed, and there it'll stay.
Moonkie
lerato la hao le nkhopotsa sefate se omeletseng se fumanang pula ka mora mariha a malelele.
Unsettling mess
i love you because...you love me. i choose him even when he doesn't choose me because, i am inalienable and undevoted to a bearing that is not his. he remains with me always, to the end of the age, noting him in you and those that came before you and those that will follow.
Ramona Flowers
I witness the colours fade from the sheets we’ve shared. I leave them out in the sun facing the sky turning away rescuers that fly on by.
Carol
I listen to soft and sensual songs, and I think of you. Perhaps I've written you unknowing; you’ve been named my moonlight-white. I can't wait to be brought to you.
Dirty blonde, Timbs, and Dad’s jeans
I’ll admit the idea of meeting with you made me nervous, you seemed so put together and mature: while me? I was just the quirky black girl that posted images of myself in tight clothing and visible cleavage. But our date made me feel like I was more than that, better than that. The way you went in to kiss me before I could kiss you, the way we joked about who's taking the pho bill, the way you had me sit through your unreleased tracks, it wasn't bad, I was just cringed at the idea of gassing you up. I wonder why we never went on a second date, I miss your voice, your blonde hair, your laugh. A connection that wasn't missed by time but surely missed by me, mematt.
retired lover girl
I love you, but I don't want to?
As a culture, we are way more obsessed with falling in love than living in love. We value romance over commitment. We idealize the chase and demean the cultivation....I've subconsciously become the culture.
Preps
My memzy
"We had a cinema to ourselves, yet our feelings stayed unexplored. Have we really let our chance slip away?"
Marci
I know you're hesitant but you could give me more
give it to me xx
Your neverending gravesites
I’ve tried to bury you. I dig the grave whilst trying to avoid the sting in my heart, I push you in and cover you up. I walk away covered in blood and dirt. I rinse off along the way.
I change.
But then I notice the dirt underneath my nails and your memories come like a flood, I remember where I buried you and I go back.
I find you. I always find you.
I dig you up. And I cry. I scream. I laugh. I roll my eyes. And bring you with me until I find another place to discard you. I walk away.
I let go.
But I get to the beach and I see us there. I start swimming in search of you. I find you.
And I drag you back to shore. I cry. I stay silent. I admire you. I love you. And so we go on until the next time I discard you.
And the next time I find you. And the next time I bring you back. I can’t escape you.
Your memories and existence won’t allow me. I can’t let go. No matter how hard I try.
I always go back to you.
Hi Lorelei. Here’s the truth about this quiet girl (me).
Months ago you made an indie uni dream of mine come true. I sadly am a spergy shy girly who pretends to feel good and gregarious in crowds. I had returned your leers behind your deck when you DJ'd techno night and that was all I could get off of. I loved our club light drenched meet-cute but you brought your Man Bun dish to tow. I have tough luck attracting couples who want a third. I have a particularising trauma and if you know me you know my story. I remember this second fever dream you made so real and vivid. I sang the sonic youth superstar tune at karaoke to the desired effect of gracing no ambient crowd but pulling you. You said you liked my choice in song and words. I sat with the younger, more popular, cool, queer, self-assured kids who poured in later to our small town bar and they talked shit about you.I liked them very much and so much more because they liked me back. They sorta look like Nan goldin muses but fairylike. Gugu! They squealed, they hugged me, all of them and sat back disaffected. God they amused me, anytime we’d walk to a location one of them would say ‘let’s walk divas’ and they'd resume the strut. I am good with crowds and feigning disaffectation but not when it came to facing the ones I liked. You came toward our seats, extended your arms and ran her hands across my chest. I wore head-to-toe baby blue, a braless v-neck wool and a matching tulip maxi denim. On my hair pastel butterfly clips i pinched from my best friend’s vanity. I look unassuming, adorable. I looked up and your gaze trailed my face as you left. I should have got up and went after…
Anonymous
For years, I've chased emotionally unavailable men, mistaking their distance for a love I had to earn. I didn’t realise until later that I had been conditioned to accept it. Then I met her-soft, steady, a living manifestation of love itself-but the unfamiliar warmth of being truly seen sent me running. I struggled to comprehend such intimate love. I convinced myself it wasn’t real. Yet, deep down, I knew I had never known a love so sincere.
FOREVER FOREPLAY
As it stands; You want me and I want you inside me.
But how do I sabotage years of love and life built - my body is setting me up for failure.
Which one's it gonna be - deny the flesh or flow?
babewhowantsyoutoo