#rejects poetry
“My heart breaking meant I could never feel as passionate for someone else even if they deserved it more than you.”
and now I hate myself @inafuturewithyou
“You told me you loved me that night on the phone because it was safe. Because I didn’t tell you it was me, but you knew. You knew from my laugh. Is that why you steal songs from my playlists? What are you so afraid of?”
“Bittersweet nostalgia. You are the flavour of my life that will pass on to my grave. Maybe not in this life. Until we pass.”
“Somewhere amongst these timelines, I am in two places at once. But in this timeline, I am reborn. I have learned. I am coming, far. Even if that is further away from you .”
“I am a mender of friendships. But I have no friends. I stare into souls and breathe hope into them, but I am hopeless. I am a conduit of adoration, appreciation and basic humility. But I have received none. I am the giver of givers. And I am tired.”
@inafuturewithyou Yasemin. C ©
“I want his love. To be worthy of his love. His infinite touch gliding over my body sinking through my skin to touch my soul and melt me into a thousand stars that shine just for him…”
Written by @inafuturewithyou yasemin.c copyright ©
“I want your love so bad. Is it love to keep it from you? Baby look what you’ve done, just for fun.”
“I still think about holding your face, and how it would feel to have your skin glide across my palms while I search your eyes for our spark we once felt. I am afraid that this time apart has made us someone else.”
@inafuturewithyou Yasemin. C ©
“When I wake up from these dreams, I am reminded that loving you is a soul experience in a human body, and for that you are my sweet melancholy.”
Written by @inafuturewithyou Yasemin. C ©
“And there we were, another dimension manifest as pure orbs of light. We circled eachother like the planets, our embrace emanating in hues of pink and trusting blues whilst the Northern Lights would look up at us in jealousy. When I wake up from these dreams I am reminded that loving you is a soul experience in a human body and for that youare my sweet melancholy.”
@inafuturewithyou yasemin. C ©
“The point? What is the point? I keep asking over and over again until one day it just clicks. There is no point, just what I make of it.”
Written by @inafuturewithyou Yasemin. C ©
“Your rejection melts me into paper mache and softens my bones to their marrow.”
@inafuturewithyou written by Yasemin.C ©
