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"The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart."

I am not sure how long I will love you,

But I know that it will last,

Until the moment the stars burn out,

For my feelings are pure as they are true,

Buried deep within my heart,

As impossible as it may seem,

You're the one who has fixed all of my broken pieces...

©️randik86

About Me: -

HI ! I'm Astrum, 41 Aries, and I go by he/him pronouns. I like all things art/culture: music, film, painting, poetry, fashion, literature, so feel free to ask about anything of the sorts, I'd love the chat!! I listen to all kinds of music mostly jazz, folk, classic rock, or anything pre-2010s so feel free to ask about anything like that i LOVE the beatless, like seriously it's insane! I enjoy writing letters, notes, poems, as I believe everything is poetry if it comes from the soul I love hiking/camping, long drives, Parties, and other outdoor activities as well I enjoy reading fantasy and romantic fantasy books. My favorite book that I've read recently was The Cruel Prince by Holly Black. My favorite trope is enemies to lovers (I like the idea of someone seeing all my flaws first and still managing to fall in love with me. I also just love the banter between the enemies). My favorite colors are wight, wine red, blue, black, olive, I like all types of wines. I want friends, you are my lifeline, and I do have a lot of things that I enjoy.

"The heart that truly loves never forgets."

Astrum

"The heart remembers what the mind tries to forget, especially in the quiet hours."

Astrum

It's not about how long you've known someone, but about who walked into your life, said 'I'm here for you,' and proved it."

Yours Astrum.

“I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

— Unknown

I don’t want a home.

I want a heartbeat

that beats louder when it feels me near.

By yours Astrum

It was kind of a dick move to create animals that require air, then confine them to the freaking ocean

“I write slowly… with depth…”

Whispers Between Pages By Astrum

I have always trusted the quiet of untold stories, the soft ache that lingers between what is written and what is merely felt.

I do not chase endings — I unfold them, slowly, like paper worn thin by longing and hands that know the weight of memory.

Somewhere between ink and skin, I found my truest voice — not to speak louder, but to listen deeper to the words that choose to find me first.

mood

"i’d undress your mind first"

by Astrum.

i wouldn’t rush you.

i’d start slow —

trace the curve of your thoughts

long before i ever touched your skin.

i’d ask how you sleep when it rains,

what keeps you awake when it’s silent,

and where you ache when no one’s looking.

i’d want to know

the shape of your sigh,

the weight of your dreams,

the taste of your laugh

in the dark.

when you’d trust me enough,

i’d kiss your scars with my words,

bite your insecurities softly

between conversations,

and hold your secrets

like they were silk on my tongue.

and maybe,

if your eyes begged for it,

i’d undress you slow too.

but i promise —

your mind would be bare

long before your body ever was.

The Quiet Things We Never Say

In the hush between two heartbeats,

there lives a truth we all forget —

that love is not the grand parade,

but the quiet steps we never regret.

It’s in the hand that brushes yours

without needing a word or a name,

it’s in the eyes that stay awhile

when the world forgets your flame.

It’s not the fireworks or flawless lines,

nor promises wrapped in gold —

it’s the way we show up, soft and real,

when life turns silent, dark, and cold.

So if you’re reading this, just know:

You matter, wildly, more than you see.

You are the gentle thing in someone’s sky,

the reason their soul feels free.

Breathe. Be. Stay.

You are already the poem today.

i raise it, hold it in front of me. show you, through someone else, a peek inside myself. a keen eye can see through it—but cutting words glance off at an angle. it's not me, just a reflection. and isn't that the point? vulnerability, by proxy. i trust you not to hurt me as far as i can reach into the mirror.