What hurts the most?
The denial within myself
The unveiling of the truth
The painting I drew that was a lie
The preparations to start again at the end
What really hurts the most is the disappointment
Watching another grieve
You almost want to cut a little bit of the sadness and hold it on their behalf
But you can’t, you can only sit with them, hold them,
Try to pour all the love you can muster into them and hope the sadness doesn’t swallow them whole
A friend once said “the ground is shifting under her”
At first I didn’t quite get it but now I think I do.
The ground shifting is when your sense of safety, be it a job, a house or a relationship is unraveling and definite change is inevitable.
And in those moments, where everything seems so unsteady and uncertain, where do we find comfort?
Some say you should embrace the discomfort and I think there is some truth in that, I think it’s also weird so what else? Radical acceptance maybe? Or finding snippets of joy in what you can and hold on for dear life.
I am still figuring it out as my own ground is also shifting
Do you ever ask the question why you?
Or maybe even “why not you?”
I think it’s futile to question a situation like that
Because it’s just what it is
It’s either you or it’s not
The real question is how to make peace with that tea
Some people make the mistake of confusing “submission” with “weakness,” whereas it is anything but. Submission is a form of peaceful acceptance of the terms of the universe, including the things we are currently unable to change or comprehend.
From the forty rules of love
I miss my lover
I miss the way they laugh, that rings across the room
I miss the way they call to me, which is so specific to them
I miss their quiet presence, with no pretense just them sitting comfortably in their skin,
I miss my lover and the way they bring me food even when i am upset, but
I do not miss the long arguments, the feeling of being unheard or unseen, i do not miss constantly making space for them to expand to exist
With no space for me to be sometimes, i do not miss being a the center of someone else's world or the long winded understanding it requires to love another person
In the space of longing after all is said and done at the core of it all, I miss my lover because love is rarely perfect
I walked past a old neighborhood and I felt so much nostalgia for a time that was past and I wondered if I fully understood what I had in that moment or maybe it was just practice
We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.
Sometimes it pays to be embarrassed by a romantic partner or prospect for you to start to see clearly if a relationship makes sense or not
Shame can be strong teacher to re asses s situation
Being there for someone who is struggling is exhausting, the ups and downs and constant cycle of presence and absence can be overwhelming
So here’s a poem
My heart beats rhythmically when the skies of your mind are clear, I can see your laughter light up your eyes with a slight twinkle of mischief in them, I recognize you I think to myself you are right here
But without warning the skies darken, it creeps up on you like spring comes after winter, it’s been brewing underneath, under that thick hearty smile, under the jokes and the occasional glances
As I watch you sink, struggling to breathe, I reach out my hand but it misses yours and I know then that all I can do is wait in your line of sight so you see that I am the light at the end of your tunnel but my heart beats like a horse racing for it’s life as I am screaming at the top of my lungs “breatheeeeee”
Into the well
I don’t write great poetry but I write and they make life feel a little less heavy
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