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She Is Everything I Dream Of

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Before I even fall asleep my dreams start and I can tell you they’re even better than the ones created by my subconscious. Even the best of me can’t compare to the worst of you. I know you’re unhappy with yourself and I am unhappy with myself too but you made happiness seem so accesible and simple. It’s not the thought of rejection, you not seeing me the way I see you, but of being with you that scares me. In the past you told me you loved bad puns but now I doubt if you calling my puns bad should offend me or delight me I guess it became a little bit of both. That day at the beach you threw me in the water, softly, and you probably didn’t realize that was the second time I fell for you that day. Noticing the way you worry over me when I am only slightly upset or ill gives me the comfort of knowing you won’t ever make me cry even though I expect to still shed a lot of tears because of you. Apparently I am your type but I felt like you implied you wanted someone that resembled me without that someone actually being me. Perfection doesn’t exist they say but you sure come close to it. Constantly this love feels like I have fallen on a frigid conrete floor and developped some kind of comfort in it that makes it hard for me to get up. They say people with messy handwriting are usually intelligent, but I think it only counts for people who think a lot and who think those thoughts fast. My handwriting is a mess and so are my thoughts but liking you somehow made sense to me.  And even if you wouldn’t be able to read it I would still continue to write you a thousand words because some days it feels like I’m choking on all the words stuck somewhere inside my throat just waiting for a chance to come out even though I would never let them. These thoughts must all be confined in my heart because it has been feeling heavier lately.
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angelserum's avatar
This is crushingly, flawlessly, eternally beautiful. I adore this so much, you don't even know. God, this is as close to perfection as poetry can get.