The Most Bitter Fruit.

Vent Blog

[atthebottomoftheriver]

I love you enough

To let you love another

I wish we could have been enough for each other.

[atthebottomoftheriver]

Grief is a welcome friend.

It does not ask you to apologize for your sadness.

It sits with you until you are ready to stand

And move forward.

[stuff-from-web]

[atthebottomoftheriver]

I shed one tear for him.

The rest are for myself.

For every heartbreak,

Every crushed hope.

For every time I thought,

"Maybe this time. Maybe it's you."

This is not the first.

It won't be the last.

Empty promises from empty hands.

Fuck your reciprocity,

I have given you more

Than you could ever repay.

[atthebottomoftheriver]

I still dream about you

[atthebottomoftheriver]

I still love you

[atthebottomoftheriver]

I still dream about you

[atthebottomoftheriver]

Poems from the 19th Century.

I know it wasn't my voice you heard

Or my name you'd call.

I knew it wasn't my face you saw

When you turned me towards the wall.

'Tis better to have loved and lost

Than to never have loved at all,

But this was a war we had to fight

And one of us had to fall.

Was it my fire that turned you off

And caused you to stray?

Sometimes I burn too brightly

Just to keep the dark at bay.

The shadows start to creep inside

As I dim to make you stay;

I suppose you were the predator,

And I, your willing prey.

I grew to love that animal,

Though my love, you did betray.

God forbid I call you back;

Nothing gold can stay.

[atthebottomoftheriver]

I want to hold you

Like a dream,

A soft glow in my palms.

I want to breathe you in

And feel you within every

remaining

piece

Of my soul.

I want to look at you

And see everything I'll ever need

For the rest of my life.

Just you.

[atthebottomoftheriver]

Smooth the creases between my brows, kiss my neck to unclench my jaw. Run your fingers down my spine to spread my wings and I'll take you to somewhere unknown.

[wnq-writers]

“Because after a while, I’ll start to look for you. In these burned out memories of what used to be. In between the words of your torn letters. I look up to the sky; close my eyes and just dream. I’ll live for you as you watch over me.”

— @soulfoooled

[atthebottomoftheriver]

I'm sorry I wasn't beautiful enough for you.

I'm sorry I was too strong.

I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough.

I'm sorry I talk too much

And that I don't talk enough.

I'm sorry I don't have the same interests as you.

I'm sorry I sleep too much,

And too restlessly.

I'm sorry I stay up too late.

I'm sorry I couldn't convince you to stay.

(I'm not sorry.)

[wnq-writers]

“God knows I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

[atthebottomoftheriver]

I want to fall in love with you again

Things I'll never say

[wnq-anonymous]

In the end. we all just want someone that chooses us. Over everyone else. Under any circumstances.

Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

[wordsnquotes]

I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between the stars.

Raymond Chandler, from The Long Goodbye (Houghton Mifflin, 1954)

[wordsnquotes]

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.

Sade Andria Zabala (via wordsnquotes)

[yearnfulsuggestion]

You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on