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I used to think that love is a poem I write you to the beat of my heart when I receive a text from you I used to think that love births from inside of me when you touch me with your wet fingers so gently I used to think that love is  yelling at you, and then begging you to forgive me, then you forgiving me I used to think that love begins with a story of a Jewish and an Arab coming together, experiencing more similarities with their dishes and curls than differences with their countries and politics I used to think that love is you coming back to me after months of silence, to go down on your knees and thank me for taking you in when you were broken and proud I used to… Now I know that love is forgetting you, love is not wanting you back, love is falling in love again, love is allowing me to feel angry with you, despair about you, hope about us, and then wisdom that it wasn’t you, it will never be you You can leave me. You can tell me you never loved me. You can give...

If you decide to leave someone, know that it won’t be easy. Because losing someone isn’t instant. It happens every morning you wake up thinking of them, and every night you fall asleep missing their warmth. You will lose them over and over again until you are done with it. So, admit to this, knowing it’s okay to leave someone you love. Nostalgia is a liar in how it montages our best memories while omitting our truths, and the truth is, not every experience is meant to last forever. No one is entitled to any part of you for any more time than you comfortable sharing yourself. So be selfish. You are a universe inside of a vessel. And not everyone is worthy of the experience that is you. You are not obligated to keep anyone in your life, so learn to experience fully, and know when to let go. Ans if you decide to stay, let it be a mutual love that keeps you here. Do not sacrifice your own peace for the happiness of another in fear of hurting them. They will hurt...

i loved you once i love you do i love you still but time moves a new day always begins with the warmness of the daybreak and another day ends with the coldness of midnight laughter as the calender papers i tore and torn for each and every day that's passed by and i've finally realized about my surrounding how everything had changed and left me behind i see the sky is no longer painted blue but monochrome i see the clouds that're no longer fluffy and white but heavy and mourning i see dawn is no longer red of happiness, but red of something else i don't want to think about i see how every single thing is this world, little by little, bit by bit, with a small step and a slow snail like pace, starting to change right in front of my eyes i loved you once i love you do i love you still but the flowers that once bloomed so prettily, now withered away with tears and regret but the fireflies that once flying around the night garden, had no longer been s...

You know.. we just started to talk again yesterday. I was so happy. Talking to him made my day better. Seeing his face after a long time. Telling him how was my day  But something happened in the midway, and maybe he already know. soyea , maybe in the end we are not destined to be together haha. I still love him, though. Just one more poet before I go to sleep, tomorrow will be a tired day --------- You, this is about you I miss your weirdness, you can make me smile anytime and anywhere, but you also can make my heart break anytime and anywhere. I remember years ago, I was waiting for someone, I told myself I will love you in the silent but I did understand that you will never be mine. Yeah I know, we’re just friend. Seeing your smile make me happy. I know you never love me back and that's fine, I love our late night conversations, notification from you and I really love your smile, especially if I was the reason why. For the first time I’m in love with someone like ...

Mari menjadi asing kembali. Tak usah ada obrolan-obrolan hingga tengah malam atau sampai pagi menjelang. Tak usah bertanya bagaimana hari ini aku lalui. Dan aku juga akan melakukan hal serupa. Mari menjadi asing kembali. Tak usah melibatkan hati dan perasaan yang berlebihan. Tak usah punya rasa cemburu yang tak bertuan. Tak usah berkata rindu, sayang, nyaman dan semacamnya. Mari menjadi asing kembali. Tak usah mengingat apa-apa saja yang melekat dalam ingatan : Sepiring nasi goreng di warung tenda, sobekan karcis menonton bioskop berdua, segelas teh manis dengan sedotan yang bergantian, jas hujan yang kau kenakan padaku saat kehujanan. Dan masih banyak yang lainnya yang sedang berusaha aku musnahkan. Mari menjadi asing kembali. Memang tak ada melupakan kenangan dengan mudah, percayalah. Aku hanya tak perlu melelahkan diri untuk mempertahankanmu. Tunggu saja harinya, saat itu akan tiba. Hari dimana saat kau melintas, tak ada lagi luka yang masih membekas. Mar...

One day I will look back and thank y But today I hate you One day I will kneel and thank the gods But today I curse them for meeting you One day I will see you and feel nothing But today I deleted your number, your photos, our memories and still feel you One day I will think of you and laugh about what a terrible match we were But today I dissect, analyze, and blame One day I will see you with another woman and wish you well But today the thought of your lips meeting someone else’s paralyzes me One day I will forgive myself for the pain and confusion I caused you But today I shame my mistakes One day I will fall in love again But today my heart is walled up, can’t take any more pain By jessica semaan

You can still love her And it still won’t work out You can still desire him And it still isn’t right for you You can still miss her And it still isn’t a sign You can still dream about him And it still won’t come true You can still want to try again And it still doesn’t make her want to try You can still beg and plead And it still won’t get you near You can still long, want, need And it still will be the relationship That will make you feel hidden, alone and wrong By jessica semaan

Being madly in love with the wrong person is one of the hardest things you will ever do in life. The times you spend together are fantastic and they bring out a part of you that previously lay dormant. But every day, the parts of them, and the parts of you that are not compatable, eat away at each other. You see it happening right in front of you and you both ignore, and mask over.. because it'll work.. it'll work right? But you can't. Because no matter how strong you are. Being madly in love with the wrong person is like holding up the planet. You know that if you drop it, your whole world will fall down around you.

Here’s the thing about people with good hearts. They give you excuses when you don’t explain yourself. They accept apologies you don’t give. They see the best in you when you don’t need them to. At your worst, they lift you up, even if it means putting their priorities aside. The word “busy” does not exist in their dictionary. They make time, even when you don’t. And you wonder why they’re the most sensitive people. You wonder why they’re the most caring people. You wonder why they are willing to give so much of themselves with no expectation in return. You wonder why their existence is not so essential to your well-being. It’s because they don’t make you work hard for the attention they give you. They accept the love they think they’ve earned and you accepted the love you think you’re entitled to. Let me tell you something. Fear the day when a good heart gives up on you. Our skies don’t become grey out of no where. Our sunshine does not allow the darkness to take over for no reason. ...

I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards returning through La...

“I am the god of this world. If I did not exist, This world would not be perceived. - I am the dust of this world. If I did not exist, this world would not be complete. - I am the most enlightened state of this world. If my knowledge did not spread, this world would be blind. -  I am the most foolish of this world. Because of my knowledge, this world cannot be understood. - I am.''

I want you to know  one thing.  You know how this is:  if I look  at the crystal moon, at the red branch  of the slow autumn at my window,  if I touch  near the fire  the impalpable ash  or the wrinkled body of the log,  everything carries me to you,  as if everything that exists,  aromas, light, metals,  were little boats  that sail  toward those isles of yours that wait for me.  Well, now,  if little by little you stop loving me  I shall stop loving you little by little.  If suddenly  you forget me  do not look for me,  for I shall already have forgotten you.  If you think it long and mad,  the wind of banners  that passes through my life,  and you decide  to leave me at the shore  of the heart where I have roots,  remember  that on that day,  at that hour,  I shall lift my arms  and my roots will set off  to seek an...

Pemenang selalu menjadi bagian dari jawaban Pecundang selalu menjadi bagian dari masalah Pemenang selalu punya program Pecundang selalu punya kambing hitam Pemenang selalu berkata,”Biarkan saya yang mengerjakannya untuk Anda” Pecundang selalu berkata,” Itu bukan pekerjaan saya.” Pemenang selalu melihat jawaban dalam setiap masalah Pecundang selalu melihat masalah dalam setiap jawaban Pemenang selalu berkata,”Itu memang sulit, tapi kemungkinan bisa.” Pecundang selalu berkata,” Itu mungkin bisa, tapi sulit.” Saat pemenang melakukan kesalahan, dia berkata,”saya salah.” Saat pecundang melakukan kesalahan dia berkata,” itu bukan salah saya” Pemenang membuat komitmen-komitmen Pecundang membuat janji-janji Pemenang punya impian-impian Pecundang punya tipu muslihat Pemenang berkata,” saya harus melakukan sesuatu.” Pecundang berkata,”Harus ada yang dilakukan.” Pemenang adalah bagian dari tim Pecundang melepaskan diri dari tim Pemenang melihat keuntungan Pecundang ...

In the next world, If you were to be reborn as a beautiful person, I would like to be reborn as an angel. Although I may be invisible, and you'll go on loving someone else, I would like to be reborn as an angel to protect you. In the next world, If you were to be reborn as a beautiful bird, I would like to be reborn as a magnificent tree. Although I would have to wait for you In one place, I would like to be reborn as a tree, when you may rest when your wings are weary In the next world If you were to be reborn as a beautiful rose I would like to be reborn as a humble Baby's breath flower, Although I may not like much in your presence I would like to be reborn as a baby's breath flower so your beauty may grow up and you can be loved --- In the next world, Yoo Mi Sung