Aieon

[aieon]

My life will not end at the hand of fate but instead by my own.

[aieon]

Tell me you felt it too,

Even from half a world away.

Tell me that you always knew,

That you were never going to stay.

[aieon]

Blaming myself for letting myself get walked over and giving into their every demand. Ended up alone because I was too forgiving and can never see their fault in their mistakes, but only mine.

[aieon]

I know I don’t come on here often, but I hope some of you might still be active.

I’ve been dealing with some serious anxiety and depression this past year, and I was curious to know how some of you cope with it. I’ve been seeing a therapist and I try to practice mindfulness and breathing techniques when I can, but what has worked for some of you going through something similar?

And thank you to whoever replies and I hope maybe some of the responses can help you too. Love to all.

[aieon]

I’m tired of being trapped inside my head. These bad thoughts just won’t go away.

[aieon]

With every passing day, I’m finding it harder to keep living.

[aieon]

After every goodbye with you, I keep thinking of the day we’ll find home in each other.

[aieon]

The weight of the world – past, present and future is getting to me. When will this black cloud looming over me float away? When will this depression fade? When will I start feeling like me again? When will I be happy?

[aieon]

I would steal the stars for you, would you do the same?

[aieon]

You’ve broken my heart, shattered it into thousands of little pieces. And I can’t seem to find a way to put them back together again.

[aieon]

Why do I keep pushing you away even though you’re all that I want?

[aieon]

The mind is a dangerous place.

[aieon]

I want our bodies to fall and melt into each other; our hearts becoming one.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

The weight of life and death settles with your wings onto the rose withering with the ripening, homebound light.

Nelly Sachs, tr. by Eric Plattner, from The Seeker: Poems; “Butterfly,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[aieon]

And here I lay alone, dreaming of your gentle touch; for you to hold me against your body again. With your arms wrapped tightly and longingly, with your hands that fit perfectly in mine, with my head resting on your heaving chest, two hearts beating as one. Being so far away from you is something I will never get used to.

[lifeinpoetry]

Now, I demand a love that is stupid and beautiful, like a pilot turning off her engines mid-flight to listen for rain on wings.

Paige Lewis, from “Pavlov was the Son of a Priest” published in Ploughshares (via lifeinpoetry)

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I hope the day finds you with a fresh vibrant wind under your wings guiding your journey.

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