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the times i have smiled at the thought of her in my arms are infinite. ~•

all we had to do was talk

My apologies, i didn't live up to your expectations.

something snapped between us today.

I was so sure that you will be there.

But when I needed you so desperately . You were gone.

When I was falling apart , you turned your back on me.

Of course , it's not your fucking fault.

I expected you to be there. I don't know . I don't know if I have ever failed to be there for you. But it hurts. Alot. You know, I was ready. I was finally all ready to let you in. Fully. To tell you that past. To let you know all that we can do together. To finally have found the right one. But I guess I was getting ahead.

Just like that, I am alone.

Weaving Memories

I weave memories into words,

Because it's all I know,

Good, bad, happy, sad,

Every single one,

I weave and make poems,

Because it was the only thing I had,

When I was alone.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

you keep burning me.

Slowly. But surely.

that was my trait.

I never broke a promise.

But now

all I ever do is

break my own promises.

love that random extreme urge to block everyone and disappear

the pain wasn't worth it .

messed up.again .

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

you can not speak in poetry

to someone who does not read.

they don’t know what it’s like

to have to pick up a pen to survive.

I was getting to the shore. Then you came back and tried to drown me. again.

But darling ,

Now I know how to swim.

Every very note I get on my posts makes me so happy, I feel like have something to look forward to. It’s one of the best feelings ever when someone likes or reblogs my post like there are people who think I make sense, and in a weird yet comforting way I feel like I can actually do something, such a self boost. it’s just so wholesome.

the absolute truth .

Words cannot express the absolute rage I feel when I think I’m getting better and it all comes crashing down again.

Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God; from 'Is It True?'

TEXT ID: Occasionally the devil has crawled in and out of me,

self care is over, we’re doing drugs again

No. You're wrong.

They can't clip our wings. The best they can do is to chain them.

And I am going to destroy the chain.

you're not

alone.

i too,

stay up at night,

wondering -

that brief

moment

of isolation

helps you

find your peace.

"the darkest nights."

d.b.a

for a.

Everyone needs a Nick when they're having a bad day💗

“you’re not ruined,

you just feel ruined;

and it’s hard to tell the difference.

they both feel the same.”

It's time.

It's time to end it all.

And i am gonna survive it all.

hope. Hope is the most agonizing feeling i've ever felt.

pulling up to the function scared and puffed up

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

I haven’t told anyone. But I am really tired. I am lonely and really exhausted. I don't have bad days or good days anymore. They all just feel the same. Sometimes when I lay in bed, I imagine these black clouds so huge, they would swallow me. Some other times, it feels as though my skin is infected with millions of parasites. I am scared. I can’t talk. I can’t talk.

““You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing.””

— Hélène Cixous