Amelie Marie Antonine @ameliemarieantonine - Tumblr Blog

Lunita 🌙🌕

And if this is the only one — Let this next one begin now.

In my next life, I will be proud, I will not dream of leaving without a trace, less trusting in whispered promises, in words that only ring true at night.

The next life will be a little wiser, learned silence instead of screaming, it will know that the heart is not a currency, that is given to everyone with the hope of a return.

In my next life, I will choose myself, before I choose "us," I will not confuse fear with love, Nor loneliness with fate. I will remember that leaving is also a form of care, and closed doors are not always defeat, that sometimes the greatest courage is not to stay.

If there is another life — let it be more peaceful, built on boundaries, not on wounds, on a truth that doesn't hurt because it doesn't have to.

And if this is the only one — let this next one begin now. AmelieMarieAntonine 09.01.2026

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amourmavie

I wait. The rest of me has disappeared.

I search for you with my hand in the now empty bed, I want to bury my head in your collarbone, I want to be free of sadness, to have you on my own plate.

Longing beckons me, I still want to be so superhumanly close, to touch you gently like piano keys, to watch you as if hypnotized by a vision.

When you're gone, I crumble in silence like a body that's forgotten who it was, my skin grows cold, my breath catches, every inch hurts without you.

I wait. The rest of me has disappeared.

I count my hairs like losses that fell into the breathless air, and tears, like raindrops, create bottomless lakes of sadness.

I will be there, in the depths, where I disappear into the waters that absorb my memory, when someone pulls the string, my body will immerse itself in this silence that screams.

Can my soul, wounded and empty, be filled with love again, will I ever feel my heart beating, when everything close to me flees like a shadow? -A.M.Prus

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matchagirl

How old are you? You're really beautiful, and your mind is exceptionally beautiful.

I'm only 18 years old 😅😅 I am very, very grateful that you think so and I can't even describe how happy I am. 🥹🥹

how the adventure with poems began and

Ohhh my god hahahaha, I start writing a long time ago, when I was 14 years old (maybe). I needed to be heard, so I started writing, and although at first I didn't feel like I could do it, I continued to write until now. I still don't feel like I can do it at any great level. 🥹🥹

OLD FLOWERS

I don't ask you for words — I ask for a breath that will save me from slowly crumbling in silence.

Sometimes I feel like a plant planted

too close to your light:

delight grows within me,

How much I long

to immerse myself in your gaze,

to show you my cracks

like scars on inner leaves,

Your old flowers have been scattered by the wind,

and I still gather their petals,

searching in them for the record of your heart.

And I ask — in my mind, at night,

when everything trembles more —

if your love still breathes,

if it still burns within me

like a glimmer of life in a cold room.

Because I… I am staring at you

like an image that alone can speak

to my silent loneliness.

And I fear that one day you will pass by,

indifferent, like someone who already knows

all the colors too well. -A.M.Prus

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sictransitgloriamvndi

Der Sturmnacht (1890) - Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl

birth value

I said, "I don't count time..." Although it seems ridiculous when I have a watch tucked away in my hand, I said, "I'm not afraid of the night," although it's ridiculous because it's the night that still paralyzes me so much. I said a lot, failing to notice that I wanted to be a different person because I lost myself in empty words.

I also wanted to be loved, and you kissed my neck, and your hand seemed to search for heaven. I didn't block you because I felt wanted.

This is how a person loses the value they were born with. -A.M.Prus

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Heavy

Chest tightness, raising heart rate,

Tell me why is this so?

I don't want to cry anymore, but I don't want to ask you to fix me.

Does it have to be this way?

My words often fall on deaf ears because I whine like a dog at your heel. -A.M.Prus

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I want to return to me, to the old me.

I'm lost somewhere, and I don't want to call for help.

Somewhere I didn't want to be, that's where I left my soul.

I walked down that corridor that was supposed to be a straight path, and suddenly, millions of winding roads behind me - Where am I?

These decisions made in panic, the constant fear that time will disappear like a morning star.

I'm lost somewhere, looking for my shoes.

I don't want these new ones anymore, they wear out too quickly.

Mom says, "You have to learn to wear them, and you won't feel their imperfections anymore," but I just want to feel the imperfections of the old ones.

I want to return to me, to the old me.

-A.M.Prus