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[ohsweetdarling]

i just found this
poem i had written
about him
at the beginning.
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"I want to know what it means to feel this way.

I can't help but beseech
the powers unknown
to please let me be what you need tonight
and "Let him still want me tomorrow..."

Because his lips on mine
Create a dull spreading ache,
And his hands on my skin
awaken my senses again...
And when I close my eyes
I can almost smell his scent.

There's so much to absorb
And I'm not sure where to begin
But if it never ever ends,
Then I'll have a long time to learn...
And I will savour every second.

"And please just promise me,
that you'll tell him someday
What I'm about to say...
...I am secretly reborn
every time he looks in my eyes...
I'm a little hesitant, you see
To mention these things to him
for fear he'll go away"

I can't help but hope it's really real.
And that these bursts of happiness
won't have to be stifled.
I get a little nervous sometimes.
...I am starting to believe,
despite my better judgement.
And I don't want to fall too hard...

But that's what these soft clouds are for.

The only other request I have
is this and this alone,
Please don't ever pinch me hard
I'm afraid I might be dreaming,
and I'm too scared to wake up
to find out.

...Everything I've ever wanted."
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maybe the magic stopped happening when i stopped writing poems.

i foresee myself writing in this stupid journal far more often. on account of losing the love of my life.
fuck, i just made myself cry again.