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sometimes reading fanfics while in love and not in a relationship is hit and miss, sometimes you smile and think "wow i cant wait to do that with them, we're gonna cuddle and grow old together"

other times you get hit with angst thats too relatable, that leaves a gaping hole in your soul, that leaves you in tears, straining to keep quiet at 2:50am

the crushing weight of reality comes down onto you and you overthink and overanalyse everything "he doesnt love me" "he only thinks of us as friends" "my parents would never let us anyway"

you're left empty and wondering why you arent able to be happy, why god cursed you to always have horrible luck with love, unrequited, wrong place wrong time, faked, you're left hurting, yet so madly in love

(im sorry, its just late/early (3am) and idk what to do)

the lack of sensitivity in you is so ugly.

After doing the research I realize that what I was feeling/experiencing is called "unrequited love" and I fucking hate it! I hate it all I feel like my mind is going to explode

This writer is fantastic, within just a few short words you can feel everything, though the guy I was in love with is a Virgo, this poem still doesn't take away from the simple blatant fact that it's very much relevant, and he did make a fool out of me and it hit home for me. 😔💯

Taurus

It’ll look cool

If no one could see

But you removed your red cape

And made a fool out of me

Before Zap's Night (Dex X Zap)

The sun went down, the sky turned into the twilight dawn. Dex looks at the full moon slowly rising in the evening skies after the sun is down, he smiles at it before closing the window and locks it closed.

Dex leaves the study room, he goes to the hallway. Zap leaves the bathroom, he is in his swimming shorts and shirtless with a towel around his neck. And his hair is all wet, due to the shower. Dex watches him leaving the bathroom, Zap is standing there for a minute to dry his hair with the towel.

~Dex's POV~

Strewth, I never saw Zap being shirtless with the swimming shorts on. His auburn-brown hair is wet, the water drops latched onto his smooth skin, and he has toned legs. And he wears a silver chain anklet. Imagine if he grew long hair, that would be an amazing, beautiful sight to see him with long hair.

He has nice, bright blue eyes and a sweet face. I know I like Jane, but Zap has an attractive soul in him and I want to try a boy for the first time. It's like I'm into men and women already. Zap has a nice waist, honestly. When I look at him shirtless, it's like he's heaven incarnate. My heart melts like ice cream right now. If I were his lover, I would like to give him flowers.

~At the end of Dex's POV~

Zap looked at him and then gasped when he was startled by Dex. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, Zap," said Dex. "It's OK, it's fine. I just came out of the bathroom after the shower," said Zap. "How did the swimming practice go?" asked Dex. "Not bad, I learned to swim fast with my wings moving in the water," said Zap. "That's good to hear," said Dex. "Yeah," said Zap.

Dex almost zoned out while looking at Zap, he quickly snaps himself out of it. "Are you alright, Dex?" asked Zap. "Oh, I'm OK, It's just that I'm daydreaming," said Dex. "Daydreaming? The sun is already down," said Zap. "Oh, maybe, it's just that I'm… nightdreaming," said Dex. "Nightdreaming? You know, you're acting a little strange lately," said Zap. "I'm sorry, it's just that I saw the moon rising in the night sky," said Dex. "Really?" asked Zap. "Yeah," said Dex. "It's OK, Dex. Some people say that weird, changeable things happen upon the full moon and even mood swings are affected differently by the full moon," said Zap, grinning. "Yeah, it's true," said Dex, chuckling nervously.

"Anyway, see you later, Dex," said Zap before walking to his room. "See ya," said Dex, waving before he looked down at Zap's bottom.

"Gosh, the full moon hits me, too," said Dex, talking to himself, standing there before he went to his room.

Do you ever look at someone and wonder if you’re their stand in? That they’re just into you while the person they really want needs to grow and mature.

her and I but she's twicking and she may like someone else.

im starting to think im the only one who cannot differ between platonic and romantic love.

the idea that i may be aromatic is probably the scariest thing ive had to ponder about my identity and sexuality.

what if i j live life leading ppl on and not being able to differentiate between platonic and romantic love?

what if every potential partner thinks im j there for s3x and all my friends think i want to sleep w them?

i though coming out as a lesbian would be the last and the worst of it, but now im not so sure.

me and her. fr

Sketchy sketch

A letter to my unrequited love - I

{Confessions of a scorpio moon}

I thought I loved you. It was dangerous. I was intimidated how severely you controlled my mind. I was willing to do anything to please you. To give up my freedom, my studies, my family, my friends, my foundation just to spend time with you. I'd stare at my phone with anxiety crawling up my skin, wondering if you were ignoring me on purpose. You always did it intently. It would drive me mad. I'd be so hurt and pissed knowing you'd read my messages but would never care to reply. I would never understand why I would reply to you in milliseconds when you'd make me wait for hours. Why I'd hurt after hurting you as a form of reactive abuse. I always wanted to soothe your pain, to ease your suffering, to make you feel loved because I saw past your facade. I knew how you'd be the cool guy, the life of the party, the social butterfly who could charm anyone. But I wanted to be the special one who'd lock eyes with you and make you mine. I never felt like I deserved you. I put you on a pedestal and worshipped you like God. I always felt like you were everything that was considered "cool" by the society. People would admire you. They would give in. I did too. You could draw in anyone you liked. You had the game. You could lay eyes on anyone and have them by sweet talking them into your trap. I knew you were playing me. My intuition tried to warn me several times. The red flags seemed dangerous every now and then but being the reckless lover that I am, I thought you'd be the right person to break my heart. Maybe, I expected too much from you. I wanted you to fill the voids I had. I wanted to be consumed by your love. I needed your attention constantly. I wanted to talk to you 24*7 although I never really had much to talk about. I was boring as hell but you, there would always be messages lined up for you. I felt privileged and honoured to receive a reply from you. It validated me. I felt seen. And heard. And appreciated. It was the best feeling ever. I had only been abandoned, discarded and used all my life. Being validated felt magical for a change. It made me want to surrender my life to you. I started living as per your terms. I'd do little things you'd mention in conversations to become your ideal lover in hopes of being noticed by you. But time and again, you'd fail to notice me. As if I was never there. But I was. I was always there for you. Through thick and thin. Right before your eyes.

-R

I wish I could delete you from my mind like you delete me from your phone.

- HB

A haze of forgotten passion and fury will hang, and reawaken when I find you again in my future.

I can't wait to meet you, my love.

Even if you are me, but wiser.

-HB

I dreamt of you last night. You were sitting at a peeling picnic table packed with all of your friends.

Your grateful smile. The smooth curve of your head. The twinkle in your eye.

I kissed your temples and took your hand.

Your smooth steps, aligned knees. The straight line of your collarbone. 

I dreamt that you came back. A different person. A better person. Loving and caring, with your memory intact.

I dreamt that you were ok. That you were safe. As if it never rained; As if the accident never happened.

- HB

The most excruciating part of unrequited love is having to break your own heart constantly. Especially when you've been hurt before and so the next time onward you keep preventing the eventual heartache by spending every waking moment slowly ruining and breaking your own heart.

I always have had big feelings.

It's a curse and blessing.

When I love, I love with all my existence, so much that the love overflows and topples me over like a high tide on a full moon night. And when I hurt... I feel it everywhere. first, it tugs at my feet like the first big wave of the night and then it takes over me like a tsunami.

The hurt reverberates in me and echoes in everything I do. It burns my touches, my smiles and my breaths. The love emanates from me like radiation, everything glows bright and the lightness in my step makes the pavements look pink on a gloomy night. Being with you feels like a sunset, the pinks and oranges fading into an ultraviolet that brings me an incandescent smile. The calm after a day with blazing heat and raging Manhattan breeze feeding into the slow waves of the Hudson against the pier into a night so vibrant and blue it puts the city lights to shame. I chase the moon. As a child of feelings that eat me up the night protects me from judgmental eyes and wraps me in a blanket of comfort. As I lay there, on several dark nights, on city rooftops, shedding tears of red and gold, the moon stood right above me. The moon had been my best friend before I understood the meaning of the word in a moving human being. You feel like the moon comes down on the earth to be my best friend shining light on a dark stormy night. Like the one I come to during times of turbulence. Again, I am well aware these are feelings that aren't necessarily described as normal psychologically. but I have never been one for being "normal". I am too much for everyone and myself. I smile too much and cry too much. Ask too much and reveal too much. I shy away too much and achieve too much. I love too much and hate too much. I am sad too much and worry too much. I am alone too much and I push people away too much. I think about myself too much and wish I didn't disappoint people too much. I hurt too much and love too much. Yet all I crave is the intimacy of being understood. Everyone sees me, eviscerates me, points fingers at me, criticises me and admires me. Not many know me... Do I know me? Do I know you? What are you if not the pieces you have shown me... and if those pieces are anything to go by, I know we are similar.

You love a lot, with all your being. You love the trees, the sun, the moon, the wind, your friends and your family. To be loved by you would be a blessing from the heavens above. To be the one lighting up your eyes and making you turn red. To be the one who takes care of you and makes a fuss about you for once. I am scarred, everywhere outside and inside. The demons that I acquired in the game of life have poisoned my brain into believing I shouldn't deserve someone who can give so much pure unadulterated love. But I refuse to listen to them... I am scared, I always am. Too much (again). Disappointment has been my companion through the rough journies I have taken up until this point. To get disappointed by you and/or to disappoint you would be a shame. You remind me of me- the version who loves with no inhibitions and sees joy in nature. The image of you smiling at the sunset- a recurring occurrence, will forever be etched in my brain. That exact moment was when I fell in love with myself. Seeing you do something I used to do until I started letting people get to me and realising how beautiful your soul is when I fell for myself.

The pragmatic brain in me tells me that it is probably too soon for me to even believe I am in love with you, while the hopeless heart retorts that I fell in love with myself and that is the more important aspect. Is there a point to this rambling other than to detangle the mess in my brain? Not initially, but now the point seems to be the realisation I have had on exactly how deep my feelings could go. Added with the epiphany that I am not scared about it either. Once again, pragmatism and past pain should know better but I have always been the one to feel with all my being. So it only makes sense I feel this with every fibre cell, even the one still recovering from the last fall.

The lights turn green and the doors part ways. Intertwined palms holding on for dear life. Tear stained cheeks and forlorn glances bringing about the kind of pain only love could beautifully master. People around them move in a blur, the world is another echo in the story of their eternal nature. Announcement goes off, their time together is coming to an end sooner than their hearts anticipated. Hands grip tighter and faces inches apart. When the lips collide the salt from the tears merge to create a promise to hold on. A promise to stay true and close, to be present and to love. A promise to not let the miles between the bodies hinder in the hearts intertwined so strongly. Messy kisses, trembling fingers. Separating for scientific reasons. Deep breaths, hopeful smiles. She clutched the bag right as the doors are about to collide. Waving hands, tears of pain and fear giving way to smiles of hope and love. He stays amidst the crowd, she drifts away like a mist of cloud. Not a second before he’s out of sight and she picks the phone up. Now I can’t see who she texts but the romantic in me would be texting my lover for even a second apart makes my brain short circuit with his thoughts. So I continue, projecting myself onto the stranger, and her smile grows as she’s typing away and my heart heals itself at the hope for a beautiful story where love prevails despite circumstances.

Unrequited Love

Unrequited love is one when I feel so close to you 

yet you so far from me.

Unrequited love is one when I buy you a flower

which reminds me of you

 but it remains a mere piece in your vast collection.

Unrequited love is one when I perceive your smile in the dawn

but you a mere beam of light emitting from the morning sky.

Yes, it is love,

however,

solely felt from me to you and my dear, 

How I long to break these chains of emotions holding me

from writing this letter and leaving it on your table 

while you read your favourite fable.

How I wish to remain no longer be bounded by these threads of feelings,

by these threads of love

that remain solely felt by me for you.

These threads of unrequited love, my dear.

Words He Utters [ 2nd from the collection 'Him' ]

How I wish I could feel the same, when I hear his kind words and pure says.

Initially, I saw a familiar figure, perhaps, that of a brother in his peculiar frame.

But now, when I perceive his face, I sense his warmth or the sound of his pace.

So, odd a feeling, beyond my understanding could be a brother or a friend, so dear or an extraordinary lover.

I fail to comprehend his relation, but it remains for me to be preserved.

So, I wonder when I hear the news of him with a newcomer, I smile so bittersweet and mutter

"Wish for someone better than self, who would feel more emotions in the words he utters."