Book & Poetry Club!

I could get lost
in the way you look at me,
like every thought I’ve ever had
found its home in your eyes.

Even silence with you
feels like a gentle song,
one I never want to end. https://t.co/xhDn6jUoS7

If love had a texture
it would be your hoodie,
still holding the shape
of your shoulders
when I wear it
on mornings you’re not here yet.

It smells faintly of you
sleep and comfort,
yesterday lingering
in the seams.

I pull it closer,
pretend your arms are still around me,
and

Breathe with me in the quiet,
where nothing is demanded,
where hearts speak without sound.

Let the world wait outside us,
just for a moment,
while our breathing learns the same rhythm
and calls it home. 🤍 https://t.co/3R92j8KllE

Yesterday I dreamt…
you looked at me the way silence looks at a secret
soft, unguarded, already knowing.

No fire, no rush.
Just two hearts sharing the same breath,
my name resting safely in your eyes
like it had finally come home.

If love had a shape,
it was that moment https://t.co/xCHakLrMPW

The saddest truth is no matter how much we give, we can't make someone fall in love with us. https://t.co/nt6bWXOZnI

I keep finding little reasons to look at you.
The way your laugh lingers in a room,
the tilt of your head when you think,
the way your hand brushes mine
and suddenly the world feels soft enough
to stay inside forever https://t.co/obQgmNcPmp

Kiss me
Like you're trying
To prove I was right
To let you ruin my life
Make it hurt beautifully
Make it rhyme. https://t.co/f3CXzlJb57

Your eyes sparkle with secrets
I’d spend a lifetime to discover,
page by page,
heartbeat by heartbeat.
because every time you look at me
the universe leans closer.
every truth
undoes me beautifully.
starting with the ones
you only whisper in the dark. https://t.co/YlNNPoTqhy

You make ordinary moments
bloom into poetry…
turning coffee cups into confessions,
silences into something sacred,
and every second beside you
into a line I never want to stop writing. https://t.co/4ACGtkfQsw

“The price of apathy toward public affairs is to be ruled by evil men” - Plato

I romanticize the knife you left in me
because even your cruelty
learned how to feel like love in my hands.
I polish the wound until it shines,
tell myself the ache is proof I was chosen,
that being ruined by you meant I was unforgettable.

Some nights I press my fingers into https://t.co/28IaWiwPS0

Whispers from the grave:
“You thought you escaped me?”…
but the voice sounded just like yours,
and suddenly I knew
some loves don’t die,
they only learn how to haunt.
I laughed
not realizing
I was standing
inside your memory.
I didn’t answer,
because the ghost already
had my https://t.co/be8uDPp6iv

There’s a quiet magic
in your presence…
a gentle warmth
that lingers
even in the spaces
between words.
Somehow,
just being near you
feels like home. https://t.co/bTML203evB

I am leaking your name
through the quiet parts of my chest,
a soft wound no one sees
but everything feels.

I loved you the way veins love the wrist
dangerously close to the surface,
one pulse away from confession,
one touch away from ruin.

Even now,
when I try to forget,
my https://t.co/E8kJ8fKmAh

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William Shakespeare ~ SONNET CXVI
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star

William Shakespeare ~ SONNET LXV
“Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the

A poem from my book 1967 https://t.co/phOhzT3ATq

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Ooo this is beautiful