Pleas of Futility

De Gamersrule2786

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My innermost thoughts; My innermost secrets, And now... They belong to you. Mais

Pleas of Futility
People Like Me
To The Person Who Will Never Read This
I Was Erased
Waiting To Break Free
I don't exist for you
Pain
What would you say to someone who was now gone?
If Life is Eternal
I love you...
Burden
If the world was ending
What do you look for in someone?
It Is Hard To Live In A World
I Wish
Everything
Expedition
Little Things
Another Unaddressed Letter
THE FIRST TIME I REALIZED THERE WAS INJUSTICE IN THE WORLD
Blackboard
A Confession She'll Never Read
Sun and Rain
Falling In Love
A Familiar Face
I Lived, I Loved, I Longed...
Walls Lined With Nightmares
Sun and Rain - A Love Story
I should've been there for you
"Mother"
"Fear"
There's A Lesson To Be Learned Here
A Special Kind of Starvation
Deathbed Confessions
Monsters
I know you didn't mean it but...
A Momentary Infestation
Fairytales
It Burns. It Burns. It BURNS.
Societal Norms
Nothing
A Letter Without An Envelope
Red
Little Miss Saskatchewan
Dearly Beloved:
Apology Not Accepted
Regrets
Tales of Old Poetry: Twists of a Knife
Tales of Old Poetry: Hate
Tales of Old Poetry: Involuntarily Drowning
Tales of Old Poetry: Junk Mail
Tales of Old Poetry: Goodbye.
Tales of Old Poetry: Pinky Promises
Tales of Old Poetry: Spam
Tales of Old Poetry: In Loving Memory
Tales of Old Poetry: Bound
Tales of Old Poetry: Sticks and Stones
Crosswalks
If I could write my thoughts...
Red Flags
Ghosts
Paintings
Emerald Green
Rock Climbing
Insomnia
Stargazing
Constellations
Canvas
Haunted House
Pretty Little White Lies
A Survivor's Entry
Siren
Sobriety
Eggshells
(Relentless)
Radio Silence
Lions and Tigers and Wolves
Love Had Limits
A Rose By Any Other Name
Reel of Insanity
I Had Her.
Little Nervous Systems
What's Your Biggest Fear?
What Scares You About Relationships?
What Do You Consider To Be "Full On, In Love"
You Will Not Have My Hate.
Burned At The Stake
Glazed Over Like Honeycomb
Burning Torment
Dont Let The Forest In
Remember?
There's A Man In The Moon
A Far Away Lens: A Moon's Perspective
Daniela
Dear Mom,
Empty. Spacious. Full.
Tales of Heroes and Villains
Twists of Gut and Plot
Excalibur: Set In Stone
Gravel
There's A Killer In Our Midst
Intertwined
All You Had To Do Was Die
Evangeline
Comatose
People Like Me
Perfect Pair(s)
A Life I Never Wanted
A Figment of Fractured Reality
The Prick of a Needle
Blood
Grief Waits For No One
Sacrifices Were Made
A Flash, A Flicker
Windows & Castles & Vault Codes
Flowers
Skin; blood; bones.
Psychologists and Hypnotists
A Story Untold

Oh, The Things I Want To Do: (And The Things I Never Will)

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De Gamersrule2786

October 27, 2023 1:34pm - 2:05pm

I want to get to know someone and have them get to know me without any barriers. Without anything else getting in the way. I want to get to know someone and have them get to know me without any of our walls or defence mechanisms getting in the way. I want to get to know someone so deeply, so intricately, and vise versa, that it's like our insides, our souls, are intertwined. I want to sit down with someone, leaning against the living room wall, and connect with a stranger to the point where we will know the most raw, secretive parts of each other.

But society isn't built like that. People don't just tell you everything there is to know about them. There's rules for things like that. You have to take it slowly. Get to know people slowly. But why? Why can't I just jump right in? I want to dive right in. I want to be able to form relationships so unshakable, that nothing can break us apart; and I don't want to have to wait forever to do it. I want to be able to be my raw, unfiltered self, with someone who I know COULD judge me, knows EVERY part of me, yet choses not to. I want to be able to speak my mind with someone and have them do the same, regardless of if they think it might hurt my feelings, so long as we are being respectful.

I want to sit against the cold wall of a living room foreign to us—a hotel, most likely—and know what it's like to breathe for the first time. To unburden myself of everything I've ever held onto, and never feel burdened by it again. To know that this former stranger, this person I didn't even know existed, or perhaps never properly noticed existed, and know that they are breathing for the first time too. I want to know what its like to live without having to worry about confining myself to other peoples' expectations on what I SHOULD be—even though we all know I never will be—while I'm in the presence of someone else.

I want to sit somewhere unfamiliar to the both of us, as we trudge through unrecognizable places together. Places within ourselves that we never dared venture to because it wasn't something we were ever shown, ever taught, ever saw. I want us to sit side by side next to each other, our next relationship—each side by side to blank slates, ready to be filled, coloured in—and I want for us to scribble OUTSIDE the lines. To create our own lines. Hell, we won't even have lines.

I want to get to know someone to the point where devastated wouldn't even begin to describe how either one of us would feel if one of us were to pass. How absolutely gut-wrenching it would be to lose each other. To the point where losing each other would feel like losing a part of ourselves; and it would be. We would exist within each other, and outside of society, somewhere it would never reach us. Our thoughts would be slowly liberated of every thing that ever plagued it and we would each be free of everything that ever sunk it's teeth into us.

I want to get to know someone and have them get to know me without any barriers. Without anything else getting in the way. I want to get to know someone and have them get to know me without any of our walls or defence mechanisms getting in the way. I want to get to know someone so deeply, so intricately, and vise versa, that it's like our insides, our souls, are intertwined. I want to sit down with someone, leaning against the living room wall, and connect with a stranger to the point where we will know the most raw, secretive parts of each other.

But most of all, I want someone I trust enough to know the parts of me I don't even show to myself, and be privileged and trusted enough that I get to observe the same parts of them.

And to think, all of this started with the single intrusive thought of getting high with a stranger—a first date, maybe—and just sitting up against the living room wall, talking to each other for hours until the weed wore off. Until our defences came back online. And hopefully by then, the damage would already be done.

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