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Sincerely, Anonymous 2/9/21

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Desire for Love


Everyone says it’s fine, but it’s not. Not to me. I see them. I see how they are. I see what they are. I have to watch it. In real life and on tv. I long for it—no, I ache for it. And I’m so very tired of feeling this way.


Many will tell you it’s not worth it— the drama. ‘Young relationships never last’ they say. Most of them will end in heartbreak that is far from easy to repair. That much I know. ‘It’s ok to not have one so young. It’s normal.’ Of course, they can only say this because they’ve actually had one.


Then there’s that part of me that feels like it’s my fault. Am I not good enough? Do I come off too strong? Is it how I look? How I present myself?


I’m embarrassed by this. I don’t like talking about it. Not even with those I’m closest to. I feel like a coward. I don’t want the pity. I don’t want the looks. And God knows I don’t want the attention.


Then I see him. And I think we could be. My heart flutters around him. Speeds up just thinking about an us. But I hope he’s different... because the only thing worse than teenage heartbreak? Rejection.


- Sincerely, Anonymous

 

if only i could dream again.


remember when you were young ,

and nothing could stop you?

remember when you could rule the world,

and be who you wanted?


i remember those times

when the most stressful moment was choosing

a skirt for school.

or a moment as simple as losing a pencil

but those days have vanished.


i now sit here questioning reality.

questioning my worth.

everything has changed,

and i wish i could go back.


it's 2021 now.

we're all grown up,

and still we don't know what's next,

or if we will make it in this world.


it's the end of an era.

a time once as sweet as ice cream.

there's no going back.

if only i could dream again.


- sincerely, anonymous

 

When I look at you.


I see the stars.

Tiny glistening sparks in the sky.

That parallel your eyes.

That light up my night.


I see kindness.

Compassion and love and virtue.

Drive and honesty.

I see you.


I see the world in front of me.

Everything I’ve ever wanted.

A sight of perfection.

Someone worthy of everything.


I see the person I think about constantly.

The one who dances in my thoughts.

Who leaves me daydreaming.

And dreaming in the night.


When I look at you I see nothing else.

But your eyes looking into mine.

The universe ceases to exist.

And all seems to be fine.


When I look at you.

I see a person who is impossibly beautiful.

Externally and internally.

I see a captivating.

Gorgeous smile.

That makes my heart bump up and down.

For a long while.


I see the person who healed me.

Who heals anything they touch.

Who could accomplish the impossible.


But most importantly.

I see the one I wrote this for.

The man my heart aches for.

I see more than anyone could ever fathom.

When I look at you.


- Sincerely, Anonymous

 

changing


the beginning of our years

seemed crystal clear

but something's changing

and nothing's remaining.


it all went smooth

then came out the truth

the truth that you'd been hiding

but i still stayed smiling


you control me and my mindset

how am i ok with that?

you've changed i swear

but i don't seem to care.


all i do is love you,

but you slowly distance to solitude.

your place remains unclear

so all i can do is retire


you broke me like a piece of glass

you dropped me till my heart collapsed.

i promise that i'll love you forever

even as you switch like the weather.


- sincerely, anonymous

 

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