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Beyond Lines: Is This What It Means To Fall In Love?

  Literature)  To cry an array of tears in demonstration. To feel my heart splinter like a wishbone never wished upon. To think you the sky and me a beggar—to see you that way; with eyes like a typhoon, crying for you. This  is what it means to fall in love but never reside in it.  Is This What It Means To Fall In Love?: Roses are dead, violets too. I'm everything but enough for you. My head says leave and I know it's right, but my heart tells me to give it time. So I go through every goddamn motion and be the man I wish I had. I tell myself that you're worth it. My tears, my time, everything I have. You'll be the first to leave, 'cause I'm too weak to walk out your dorm and end things with you. I'm the only one with something to lose. Is this what it means to fall in love? I broke my heart to make you happy. Piece by piece but it means nothing. I can't cry without feeling guilty. Is this what it means to fall in love? I could be the love of your life....

Beyond Lines: All For Nothing

Literature)  I had a dream that after two years apart, I was really with him again. In this dream, I had written a song that captured the pain I had borne for months on end—keeping my relationship, for lack of a better term, a secret; that lingering sadness that I could never be the girl of his dreams. The complexity. The disclosure that he liked girls, but he loved me. Upon waking up, the melody stayed with me in the way he never would.  All For Nothing: I held you like a grudge. I tried to be enough. Every moment, I kept us a secret all for nothing. I'm healing a heart I didn't break. I'm fixing a mess I didn't make. You don't appreciate the way I always put you first. I take all the hurt and bear it on my own, and you don't even notice that you're not the only one that wants to be loved. You were everything I wanted and even though I shouldn't, I'm still in love with you. There's a painful kind of silence, the kind that only happens when there...

Beyond Lines: A Perfect Penumbra

  Literature)  There was a time that I lived for the affirmation of my peers. Did they appreciate me? Was I present and attentive enough? Did they love me the way I sought? Did I perform well? How many views did my latest post get? Am I standing out enough ? I soon realized that my happiness had become dependent on these things and it was killing  me.   A Perfect Penumbra: I'm the brightest star in your sky. I burn for you, do you see me? Are you happy now that a piece of me is gone? The part of me that loves you is the part of me that lives. Your eyes are moonstone, limned with aurora. Show me your shadow, a perfect penumbra. You're the eclipse to my crescent moon. The bloodstain on my heart, somber maroon. Your eyes are moonstone, limned with aurora. Show me your shadow, a perfect penumbra. I'm falling in love with your perfect penumbra. Convince ) As it is written, he's straight  and has a girlfriend . And still, I managed to convince both of us that we ...