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myosotis by pineliquor, literature

Literature

myosotis

so i will admit this there are certain feelings that cannot be spoken of they are like bitter berries that grow from thorn bushes they will rot upon the branches and so they will rot and fester and drop with a plop when they fall to the ground they turn into nutrients for the wild flowers and the flowers will bloom field over flowering field they bloom on even at places where no one treads

Nothing Personal by CasandraLynette, literature

Literature

Nothing Personal

I say little now, whereas I used to speak with unfiltered honesty A bleeding open heart on my sleeve, eager for love, prone to people-please But it gets confusing when the people I love don't always say what they mean …You know I care about you so much… They appreciate how I care for them Once they remember I exist …Now you’re beautiful in your own way… Better then before, it was harder to feel love while looking at you, now it sparks neutrality They don't keep my picture anywhere, their gaze rarely settles on me …This dessert you made is really good… They didn't want any of it, but it was there and they don’t want to be rude It sits upside down in the trash after 2 bites, "too sweet, but still good" …You’re very cute and a little bit sexy, honey, I would if I could, but… I am not what they are craving so there’s nothing to resist Cuddled, caressed, pinned down with a kiss- touching me is not something they miss …I like talking with you, it's so easy… When we talk, they are