jaffia | august 8 | 25 | they/them | hawai'i
hi i'm your friendly neighborhood lesbian
i saw you for the first time in 4 months,
i’d say i almost forgot how you looked like,
but that would be a lie.
my heart can’t forget the way you looked
when i saw you for the first time,
feeling your eyes on me from the corner of my own,
you being the reason my heart skipped for the first time in a long time.
my heart can’t forget the way you looked
when the words “i love you” yearned to escape from our lips,
echoes of giggles leaving them instead,
“i adore you” following suit
in fear of scaring each other away.
my heart can’t forget the way you looked
as our love grew deeper for each other,
hearts full,
nearly bursting with every beat from you.
our eyes mirrored adoration,
moments when everyday was worth waking up to.
my heart can’t forget the way you looked
when your eyes grew tireless of my mistakes,
your heart feeling tethered to my own;
restricted. shackled.
i tried and tried,
yet still couldn’t reach you where you needed me.
my heart can’t forget the way you looked
when you chose to let go.
you’d already moved on,
and i was lingering. still lingering.
when my heart shattered,
pieces of it scattering where no one else could reach.
i saw you for the first time in 4 months.
merely a glimpse, but just enough.
enough for my heart to skip again.
enough for me to remember.
// i could never forget you even if i tried. - j.
my heart hurts. i haven’t been sleeping. barely been eating. my brain’s on an endless fight with itself. i’m trying so hard to keep going and hoping for the best and i just. feel like unaliving.
my heart hurts
your fathers old clothes can be easily repurposed into headturning girldyke fashion if you know how to use it
do you ever have the sudden realization on how lonely you are and its just like
[Description: the ‘sometimes things that are expensive are worse’ meme but edited to say, respectively:
-”Sometimes… girlfriends… are not girls”
-”Sometimes… boyfriends… are not boys”
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“my child is fine” your child loves sleep because it is a guiltless way of escaping their reality