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Truly forbidden love
is not something to be taken for
granted--there is a heavy price to pay.
With one's heart, one's mind,
one's soul. And once the transaction
is complete,
it is not complained of;
it is not wept for;
it is not angsted over.
Rather, it is something cherished,
something shared, something relished with
that special someone.
Because you know some day
the miracle that is "us," "our," and "we"
will have to come to an end.
is not something to be taken for
granted--there is a heavy price to pay.
With one's heart, one's mind,
one's soul. And once the transaction
is complete,
it is not complained of;
it is not wept for;
it is not angsted over.
Rather, it is something cherished,
something shared, something relished with
that special someone.
Because you know some day
the miracle that is "us," "our," and "we"
will have to come to an end.
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Things I Can't Tell You
I don't tell you…
That I cut…
Because I know you'll freak out.
That I'm in love…
Because you'll tell me I'm too young to know what love is.
That I'm unsure about my gender…
Because you'll say it's all in my head.
That I'm lonely…
Because you'll tell me you are too.
That I'm scared of what may happen…
Because you'll say to just calm down.
That I've dated girls, even though they were online…
Because you'll yell about how dangerous that was and say it wasn't a real relationship.
That I have problems…
Because you'll say "Not like I do."
These things…
Because I know I'll be turned away.
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Not So Honest, Love
You flinch too much. You look and look and think and think and you never actually go there, actually do it.
I know you think it's scary, and that people will judge you (because they will). But guess what? That's life. I know you'd change yourself if you could. I know you think the world would be better off without "someone like you," someone with dreams too big for your imagination and hopes that never really made it off the ground. Someone who wants everything they shouldn't.
It wouldn't be.
Even when written down, a dream is still a dream. But it doesn't have to be, you know. You don't always have to just dream about starlight studded ro
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please let me get what i want.
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up. I woke up with this bone-deep ache that never went away. I woke up to an incessant question playing in my mind that would never be answered. I woke up alone.
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up without you when I woke up at all. The thing about time is that it never does make anything better. It just means more space to think. It means sleepless nights trying to figure it all out. When it went wrong. How to make it better. It means slowly losing my mind. But it never once meant getting over you.
It's funny how the things you think you've forgotten always come rushing back when you
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All those stories about forbidden "love," especially a certain one I so love...
They completely miss the point. You don't dwell on the fact that you shouldn't love that person; you just love them.
© =ilovemybishies87
They completely miss the point. You don't dwell on the fact that you shouldn't love that person; you just love them.© =ilovemybishies87
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Oh yeah, I know this all too well.