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If you are a poet and you didn't even know it

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Love is not enough to sustain life, but life needs love to have meaning.

(Kejora.in.silence)

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“We went too far in thinking and forgot that destinies are written.” 🪶

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"You wont find the same person twice, not even in the same person"

  • -Mahmoud Darwish
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.. But it’s coming out rushed
And to me you’re still a product of reverence
Daisies blossom behind your tone as it comes out

And in your quiet reserved stance,
are you shy to ask of me?
When I am shy to return you empty handed?
Was the love bouquet I sent not full for you?
Are matters greater, more fragile, than the tender weight of my submission?
The ugly carving you made of me, as a caricatured portrayal of my devotion

How could I have pleased you when you were impossible to satisfy of yourself?

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"What's meant for you will never miss you, and what missed you was never meant for you."

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do you realize how rare it is to find someone who sees the world the same way you do even if only for single night

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“The world is full of people suffering from the effects of their own unlived lives. They become bitter, critical, or rigid, not because the world is cruel to them, but because they have betrayed their own inner possibilities. The artist who never makes art becomes cynical about those who do. The lover who never risked loving mocks romance. The thinker who never commits to a philosophy sneers at belief itself. And yet all of them suffer, because deep down they know the life they mock is the life they were meant to live

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the body gets attached too.
people rarely talk about that part.

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When she asked me “what’s your toxic trait?”

I think of

How do you explain a civilian that I want to consume and be consumed until there’s nothing left.
I’m possessive and I’m obsessive and when I care, I care with a reckless terrifying violence that usually ends with someone bleeding out…
I’m territorial and relentlessly needy and I will love you with a heavy suffocating desperation until the very oxygen in the room belongs to us or kill us.
It’s not healthy.
It’s a liability.
But it’s the only way I know how to love….

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