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your comfort has become a habit

a bad habit i can’t break.

06:09 pm, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

the nostalgia of this apathy

how ironic. robotic.
as i lie motionless. emotionless.

07:25 pm, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments



#artdump

#artdump

07:57 am, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

this is just about all the bullshit i can take

too much blow on my ego, i guess this is where it ends

08:08 am, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

08:56 am, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

Look at the mess we made

We can’t stop the world from spinning, 

so let us ricochet out of it instead.

Or we can destroy this world and

we destroy ourselves in the process.

09:28 am, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

You are exactly what I want

A boy I can never fall in love with,

08:16 am, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

There was a time when I had loved you on a tuesday

I listened to you as you go about the details of your day.

You told me about her, about your unrequited love and hurt.

I held you, not to comfort you but to comfort myself.

I needed to hold on to that familiar feeling

the feeling I often confuse with love.

It’s the closest thing I could get to that so why not?

but brief as the night,

these feelings fade when morning comes

05:03 am, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

and every morning, I convince myself of our irreconcilable differences

It’s the things we are separately.

We repel each other even with your arms wrapped around me.

07:13 pm, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

I still couldn’t bring myself to love you in the morning

I look at you in your sleeping face.


searching for something,


perhaps a sliver of feelings other than the desire to touch you.


We both know in our hearts,

or maybe it’s just me,

that things don’t work like that.

We’re too caught up by the familiar feeling of being in each other’s arms

and we don’t see 

that these things don’t last forever.

09:46 pm, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

at the crack of dawn

i’m scared of the mornings that i wake up in your arms,
not only that i fear that i forget who you are,
but i fear that i forget who i am,
because at night, we blur out that line
with the motion our bodies paint with lies.

at dawn, our bodies break.
sometimes i let myself go,
get lost in the strings of emotions,
in hopes that these feelings are simply fleeting,
like how the clouds would fade in the wind.

for now, i’ll let you hold me til morning grace.
until we part ways again in silence.

05:44 am, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

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10:20 am, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments



i fill the gaps with three. 
but the hole is uneven like the cut-out clouds you set upon the skies as you left.
it didn’t rain, but i swear the rainclouds followed me around like a pestering diease in the head.
like a brain itch that you can’t scratch even if you bore a hole to your skull into the brain.

i fill the gaps with three.
but the hole is uneven like the cut-out clouds you set upon the skies as you left.
it didn’t rain, but i swear the rainclouds followed me around like a pestering diease in the head.
like a brain itch that you can’t scratch even if you bore a hole to your skull into the brain.

01:06 pm, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments

silent silhouette

there is just that.

the silhouette of you i traced in the night.

beyond the memories erased by a lie.

01:46 pm, by strawberrypockyshakes Comments