Salvation

My art of a heartbreak

[olearypoetry]

“Stop loving me if you want but please don’t ask me to stop loving you. I won’t. I can’t.”

— O. Leary

[artofheartbreak]

This loneliness won't be the death of me.

So tired, so tired of showing Love so deep

That most aren’t even willing to feel

See what I’ve seen

Open your eyes and recognize that this is real

This season brings darkness so profound

I’ve become lost and can’t seem to be found

Contorted, racked with pain

I know should feel free, yet I continue to sing this sad refrain

I can’t sleep and food has lost its taste

God, I’m so sick of this place

Then I’m touched

By the hands of a brother

And like a rush

Passing through my exterior

I hear my name

A hush

A son, loved by a Father

I’ve been made alive again

I'm alive

Not dead

[artofheartbreak]

You habe no idea how much you broke my heart

[artofheartbreak]

And some days I simply lie in bed, feeling like I'll die by just the thought of you.

Not missing you but the feelings..

[macrolit]

“… we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”

— 1Q84, Haruki Murakami

[sacredwhores]

[weltenwellen]

Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

[oldblogarchived]

i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

“beautiful in your camouflage of grief / in your solitude of bruises”

— Under the Edge of February, Jayne Cortez 

[sulfur]

Indecent Proposal (1993)

[approvers]

[olearypoetry]

“Our love ended but my love will never fade.”

— O. Leary

[melisica]

[extrasad]

[vilicity]

Last one.

[coltre]

[heavensghost]

Anne Carson, in the preface to Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides