Excerpt From A Book I'll Never Write - Blog Posts
I need an artist to my writer
"You don't have to be." Person B meant and felt Person A's eyes on themself before turning towards them aswell. "It makes you who you are."
"M-maybe" Person A stuttered and Person B could see how their cheeks turned pink.
"I asked this Person C once, if I was normal I mean, and they just told me that if there was such a thing as normal, the world would be boring. The ability to be different makes us special and stand out." they continued and the h/c haired was surprised to hear them say something like this.
"It's a sad truth that I will write about everyone I love, but none of them will even try and put me into a sentence."
- Dreaming of Wolves
“i realize now, that loving him was neither beautiful nor poetic; it was knowingly walking through hell every day and losing myself there.”
- a.m. {trying to love someone who is too broken to be fixed}
i tore myself apart, trying to give you the whole world. and when i returned - bloodied, exhausted and proud - somehow, for you it still wasn't enough.
-a.m. {will i ever be?}
sometimes, i wonder if i'd pushed myself just a little harder in the past, i would have held onto something meaningful by now.
- a.m. {they never last}
“the thing about liking someone, is that anybody else can like them too.
and it kinda sucks when you know you’re only an option.”
A.M. {and even more when it's not you}
“it's happening again.
my eyes are searching the room for you, without even meaning to.
the twinge in my heart when a day passes and i didn't get to hear your voice.
i feel it creeping up my neck, when our eyes lock and neither of us dares to look away.
the ache i get at the end of the day when i regret not having the guts to talk to you.
it's happening again,
but how will it end this time?”
A.M. {it's just a crush, it's just a crush, it's just a crush}
“I have fallen in love too fast for this to be anything but fate.”
A.M. {as always}
“Oh, but you don’t know. You don’t know what your ocean eyes and innocent smile could do to a girl like me; A girl who overthinks every little thing.”
A.M. {hope}
“You aren't even mine, but I still love you like you are.”
A.M. {unrequitedly}
“I will never fall in love with him,” my mind vows.
And then my heart murmured, “My dear, when will you realize you already have?”
A.M. {you can’t fool your own heart}
“i'm growing real tired of pretending i'm not in love with you.”
A.M. {can you see me?}
“it wasn’t until you smiled that my stomach twitched with a feeling i knew all too well, and suddenly all i could think was, “oh crap.””
- A.M. {why did it have to be you?}
“how do you expect me to remember how to breathe when you’re looking at me like that?”
- A.M. {you}
“i have a tendency to fall in love with people i already know will end up breaking my heart,
yet i still hope one of them will prove me wrong.”
- A.M. {just one}
any trace of you is burned into the back of my mind with the pen i used to write our love story
A.R. {all six hundred and thirty pages}
I’d love nothing more than to hold your heart in my hands, to finally have something good in my life. But I can’t. For I’m too afraid that with one touch, your light will disappear and you’ll fade away; Because I’ve learned that everything I love always leaves me broken, in the dark.
A.R.
in too deep
your blue eyes always resembled a stormy sea;
the kind with strong waves crashing against the jagged rocks below,
the kind of waters that people put up warning signs for
the kind that dares for only the bravest of the brave to jump into
and by the time they found me, i was already addicted to drowning
- no one could save me from you
a.r.
our little secret
let’s hide under the covers of stolen glances and goofy faces,
the uncontrollable laughter and obvious admiration,
while we endlessly argue the fact that we are not in love
- to my ‘almost’
a.r.
free
there are days where i can dream,
where your ghost doesn’t come back to haunt me,
days where i can find my own type of love and peace within myself,
and almost every sharp, broken piece of you has faded away with time.
those are the days i live for.
those are the days i can finally breathe.
- to all the toxic people i’ve endured
a.r.
unrequited
little did he know he had captured the heart of a girl who fell for the words he was writing to someone else
- oh heart, why this one
a.r.
ballad
my heart clenches every time i read a poem he dedicates to the beautiful rose girl
whilst i sit here with broken, ink stained fingers, continuously writing about a boy who will never write a sentence for the plain daisy girl
- is it love or envy
a.r.
fate
do you ever wonder that your soulmate could be in the same room as you
and you wouldn’t even know until the universe finally decides to intertwine your paths
- just a thought
a.r.
Work on yourself.
Make your morning routine as invigorating as a cup of coffee.
Make the little moments throughout the day the big points you look forward to.
Make yourself your favorite person.
Make yourself put in the hard work to get out the most you can.
Make yourself someone you are genuinely proud of.
Make yourself reflect on the outside what you already were on the inside:
more than enough for them.
- abby
“he only saw her light for a fraction of time, yet he would never forget her sunrise.”
- abby
“if you ever wonder why your friends leave you, you already have your answer:
friends don’t leave you; users do.”
What has made me speak less with each passing day? I watch the dragonfly escape the lizard by inches and I decide to stay. I want my words and my life to escape death. So every time I try exaggerating my empathy , the insouciance, and the ability to extract only the bad side of my words and my life makes me edge closer to silence. I do not want to throttle my words to death.
Touching your hands make me feel at home and lost at the same time. I will never know which one I like more,which one takes me far away from myself and closer to you.
The nymph caught the dryad in her arms, by Harold Robert Millar (1904)
On your skin, woody bark,
Confusing your carmine for sap,
Coming out of your tree,
Divine-like creature
In your coat of nudity.
Pulsing tree,
Shaggy leaves,
Where does your heart bloom ?
Nymph, lead me,
Nymph, carry me,
Nymph, show me,
To your hollow - let me come.
Please, allow me to fathom
What cloaks your core.
Is it flesh or forest’s breath?
- aelenist