reenico♥
Reen ; Nurin Syarafina .
Not nice . Not even one bit .
Goodluck (:
ask me anyth ♥
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I've held you in front of blinking manatees,
Tucked moonlight into secret places for you,
And together we've seen some of the lamest teen comedies hollywood has to offer,
But ' you failed to see the magic in that ):'
Or rather,
failed to need nurturing simple gifts
The way I did .
The past had you looking around corners we hadn't gotten to yet,
The anxiety building like the left accidentally on in the kitchen,
And salvage any warmth between us I could.
And ' my mouth a match,
where even the word 'love' caused brutal explosions.'
You always found things to fill your hands with in public,
to insist seperation .
I don't know how many shirts of mine Ive stopped wearing,
because you loved taking them off.
But it is going on 15 months,
since we shared a smoothie,
a couch,
a sunburn,
And it is 15 months into never having resolved this time
together in our lives.
I'd emailed you wassup.
But this not-so-often-anymore ache better ,
at least,
than feeling lost in a conversation with someone
I once considered home.
Tucked moonlight into secret places for you,
And together we've seen some of the lamest teen comedies hollywood has to offer,
But ' you failed to see the magic in that ):'
Or rather,
failed to need nurturing simple gifts
The way I did .
The past had you looking around corners we hadn't gotten to yet,
The anxiety building like the left accidentally on in the kitchen,
And salvage any warmth between us I could.
And ' my mouth a match,
where even the word 'love' caused brutal explosions.'
You always found things to fill your hands with in public,
to insist seperation .
I don't know how many shirts of mine Ive stopped wearing,
because you loved taking them off.
But it is going on 15 months,
since we shared a smoothie,
a couch,
a sunburn,
And it is 15 months into never having resolved this time
together in our lives.
I'd emailed you wassup.
But this not-so-often-anymore ache better ,
at least,
than feeling lost in a conversation with someone
I once considered home.
I found this in my archives .
And the phrase 'this not-so-often-anymore ache better' .
Yeah , its true .
But a part of me still hasn't changed ,
eventho i got dumped by him , i don't hate him or
dislike him when im supposed to .
And i keep thinking about him , and i can't stop .
And its wrong of me to think like this ,
cus im with Iqbal , well , not with him but ,
somehow i think all of this is absurdly disturbing .
The me-being-with-Iqbal thing .
Its wrong and going too fast , i haven't even sort out my
feelings yet . I have not even ended anything thats been
bothering me in my heart . But idk how to bring it up
to him . Not now , but someday i'd have to .
sighhhhhhhhhhhszxzxzxzxzxxzx ! -.-
And the phrase 'this not-so-often-anymore ache better' .
Yeah , its true .
But a part of me still hasn't changed ,
eventho i got dumped by him , i don't hate him or
dislike him when im supposed to .
And i keep thinking about him , and i can't stop .
And its wrong of me to think like this ,
cus im with Iqbal , well , not with him but ,
somehow i think all of this is absurdly disturbing .
The me-being-with-Iqbal thing .
Its wrong and going too fast , i haven't even sort out my
feelings yet . I have not even ended anything thats been
bothering me in my heart . But idk how to bring it up
to him . Not now , but someday i'd have to .
sighhhhhhhhhhhszxzxzxzxzxxzx ! -.-
I'd rather have the thought of you
To hold against my heart,
My spirit to be taught of you
With west winds blowing,
Than all the warm caresses
Of another love's bestowing,
Or all the glories of the world
In which you had no part.
I'd rather have the theme of you
To thread my nights and days,
I'd rather have the dream of you
With faint stars glowing,
I'd rather have the want of you,
The rich, elusive taunt of you
Forever and forever and forever unconfessed
Than claim the alien comfort
Of any other's breast.
O lover! O my lover,
That this should come to me!
I'd rather have the hope of you,
Ah, Love, I'd rather grope for you
Within the great abyss
Than claim another's kiss-
Alone I'd rather go my way
Throughout eternity.
To hold against my heart,
My spirit to be taught of you
With west winds blowing,
Than all the warm caresses
Of another love's bestowing,
Or all the glories of the world
In which you had no part.
I'd rather have the theme of you
To thread my nights and days,
I'd rather have the dream of you
With faint stars glowing,
I'd rather have the want of you,
The rich, elusive taunt of you
Forever and forever and forever unconfessed
Than claim the alien comfort
Of any other's breast.
O lover! O my lover,
That this should come to me!
I'd rather have the hope of you,
Ah, Love, I'd rather grope for you
Within the great abyss
Than claim another's kiss-
Alone I'd rather go my way
Throughout eternity.