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journal thirty-seven.

you do not give me butterflies they are much too fragile to hold the gifts you give to me no, dear you give me laughter so light I have to remind myself the ground is where I get to be with you encouragement so absolute I have forgotten what it is to fear those butterfliesContinue reading “journal thirty-seven.”

journal thirty-four.

What is your love language? I’ve taken that test a thousand times over I’ve sent it to all my friends and ex-lovers I used to think quality time is what I desired But acts of service is up there I’ve discovered Is that what it’s called when you adopt a love of mine? Take timeContinue reading “journal thirty-four.”

journal thirty-two.

I have not been more eager to love someone than I am to love you. Maybe I’m caught up in the physical touches, longing for lust, but I swear, it’s true. I figured the love I’ve had before is the best I’d ever get to borrow, But you, you sweet thing, you have me thinkingContinue reading “journal thirty-two.”

journal thirty.

Everyone I have loved, I’ve loved in years. 2020 was the first. Naive and innocent, it saw the world behind doe-eyes. It was the process of learning to walk but wanting to run while knowing no guidance had been written yet. 2021 was electric. The taste of something new, something different. It was high inContinue reading “journal thirty.”

journal twenty-nine.

to think that I didn’t know the sound of your voice the pitch of your laugh the ticks that set you off and the quirks that you have just ten months ago our timelines had not known each other but now, you feel like a piece of home like you were there the first timeContinue reading “journal twenty-nine.”

journal twenty-eight.

You make me feel so special and, sometimes, I don’t know what to do with all that love Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty self confident, but am I deserving of that enough? The more memories I make with you, the more I seem to worry I get caught up in my head, but youContinue reading “journal twenty-eight.”

journal twenty-three.

So there I was, standing at a place where my last memory was of you and me, and I’m sad, but I have no desire for you to truly be sad anymore, and tears are falling from my eyes for what we once had, but I do not want that future with you anymore, andContinue reading “journal twenty-three.”

journal twenty-two.

I am a busy body. I’m used to it that way, constantly finding things to do, not wanting to waste time. Except, it’s not really like that. It’s a fear of what happens when time slows down. When I’m not busy, when I’m left to my own thoughts and devices. That is when Loneliness creepsContinue reading “journal twenty-two.”

journal eighteen.

you look so hard now, like walking down the street, you couldn’t dare look aglow doing a lot of drugs now? night bleeds into new night, you’ve got no will to say no. thrill seeking for ragers now? helps numb denial—you last saw daylight how many months ago? final thought of you leaves my mindContinue reading “journal eighteen.”