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last night we
watched the clouds
fall.
and you said:
you are beautiful.
and i am afraid
that i might one day
actually believe you
and
sometimes i feel like
i'm just this big bundle
of problems and i have
been searching and
i can't find the answers.
you told me that the answers
are in blowing bubbles and
tying shoe laces and chasing
dreams, but honestly i just
don't
understand. i have tried
to chase my dreams but
they only run away.
.
you told me that you can't
stand how i sound when i
give up and the hope
is knocked out of me and
you can't stand me when
i am busy counting
the empty spaces in the
walls and in my heart
and you said you
can't stand me anymore,
you just
can't.
.
you said:
love is not a game.
but then, how
did i end up
losing?
watched the clouds
fall.
and you said:
you are beautiful.
and i am afraid
that i might one day
actually believe you
and
sometimes i feel like
i'm just this big bundle
of problems and i have
been searching and
i can't find the answers.
you told me that the answers
are in blowing bubbles and
tying shoe laces and chasing
dreams, but honestly i just
don't
understand. i have tried
to chase my dreams but
they only run away.
.
you told me that you can't
stand how i sound when i
give up and the hope
is knocked out of me and
you can't stand me when
i am busy counting
the empty spaces in the
walls and in my heart
and you said you
can't stand me anymore,
you just
can't.
.
you said:
love is not a game.
but then, how
did i end up
losing?
Literature
confession flavored
we made love long-distance
and not-quite-leaving
an art form
my forlorn reflection
and her quiet
storm flickering
freezing
a frame
all unfocused
we've been
hushed and
soft spoken
bits wed to
pieces in piles
of broken
parts
(between
miles
and memory)
see
his story
makes
the most
of
history
while hers
prefers
to masquerade
as mystery
and no intention's
path
is what
it appears
to be
truth is
I'm no
angel
she just
scares
the
hell
out of me
Literature
opposite's day - collab.
i. today i ignored the dismal beating
in my chest [it held me closer than
you ever did] and chased after you
like a lopsided puppy,
watching your skylit legs sink into
shin-deep puddles with indefinable
bottoms. i looked as you left me
miles behind as i shouted
nonsensical wishes and
honeycombed thoughts to you.
[let's drop anchor and stop
this off-course ship with
a handful of windswept lies.]
ii. your eyes are like my mirror -
reflective, deflective, and unforgiving.
[the only way you'll speak to me
is without words.]
one of these days i will write
'ugly ugly ugly' on my forehead
so that on opposite's day,
those baby blu
Literature
just realign our hearts please
This is me meeting you more than four years ago.
The weather was colder than it should have been with furls of wind wrapping around us. Those stubborn gusts had picked up a multi-chromatic array of leaves and tiny particles of dust, which whipped around making the whole world glitter. Your hands were in your pockets but your eyes never left my face. It was a Saturday and I was chewing my lip, trying to figure out what was playing behind all this silence. Shutting my eyes tightly, I rearranged a mess of thoughts to align our heartbeats. Standing on tiptoes, I felt your breath sweep across my face and our lips meet in the middle. I kept hopin
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beautiful, true and beautiful. This is going straight to my faves <3