a cup of poems

for thirsty hearts

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I often forget that I'm not what sadness made of me.

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One moment I’m whole and the next I hear your name and I come undone. I’m left with the puzzle pieces of me spread all over the floor, trying to figure out how to put myself back together again.

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My existence is an endless quest for a sentence, a sound, an image that would put my heart at ease.

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Sometimes all you can do is stand still below the hot stream of the shower, holding your skin in an embrace, absently staring at the tiles, letting the tears melt into your cheeks.

Sometimes that’s as holy as it gets.

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I’m a coward fleeing from the scene of my very own fraud.

— Rose

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They always say blood is thicker than water. But they should also mention how some days it’s one of the heaviest things to carry.

— Rose

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I’m deserting my own war

I’m on my knees on the verge of surrender. I no longer dream of perfect redemption. For once, the only thing I want is to heal.

— Rose

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At some point, I will have to forgive myself for forgetting who I am.

— Rose

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Don’t you see? I can’t stop loving you because it’s the only thing I have left of you.

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I felt so much that I ended up feeling nothing at all. And I still can’t decide which one is worse.

— Rose

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I was seven years old when my grandmother taught me how to take care of a plant. It was early in the afternoon when she called my name. "See the withered parts?” She asked me and I stared at the plant, its sagging frame barely upright, "You need to cut off the dead leaves. You have to remove what can no longer be saved so the rest of it can live." I stared back at her, startled: "But it will hurt her.” My grandmother with her stubborn nature, looked at me and said, "It’s going to hurt her more if you leave them."

Little did I know that day she was teaching me how to take care of myself too.

— Rose

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“One day, you find yourself facing the possibility that the friendly fingers that nursed your wounds were the ones who pulled the trigger. After that, you are never the same again. There are few things as devastating as the encounter with the face of absolute betrayal, but there is nothing as liberating as the truth that comes with it.”

— Rose

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Your quotes are very deeply meaningful , what basically inspires you to write these quotes , like how do you find the correct words??

I feel that inspiration is already inside you. To me, inspiration is just a thought that has found its shape. It can hit you anytime, and when it does, you just know that any word that comes out of you is right because it fits perfectly into the puzzle of your heart like a missing piece you’ve just found.

Thanks for the question!

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“Here's a toast to you,

For waking me up

And making me dream,

All at the same time.”

— Rose

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2.30 am and two empty bottles of beer.

“You were a haven to me.

The place I went every time I tripped over the bittersweet sadness that walked beside me.

The place I could hide in when the void trembled in the cracks of my soul, like an earthquake that swallowed me whole.

Since you are gone, I keep catching myself seeking traces of you everywhere, trying to evoke some sense of familiarity from the faces of strangers… Desperately looking for a glimpse of hope, for a glimpse of you.

And sometimes, when I’m lucky, it only takes emptying two bottles of beer at 2.30 a.m. to make my skin forget that you are not touching it.”

— Rose

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“I’m not afraid of being lost. I’ve been there my whole life.

I am afraid of being found. That’s what paralyzes me.”

— Rose

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Wow I love your quotes? Do you write them all yourself, I'm curious!...

Hey, thank you! Yes, I write them myself