I died a lot to live a little with you.
Yaghma Golroei
Guess we both did.
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@azliandeath
I died a lot to live a little with you.
Yaghma Golroei
Guess we both did.
It's crazy how trauma makes you push people away when all you want is love.
I will not beg you for your time or try to convince you to choose me, the world is too big and I have too much to offer.
I am desperate for any touch of hers, any sign of her presence.
My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.
Fact…
my thoughts are heavily stained by his ever haunting memories ...
Nicole W. Lee, from "Even the Dust"
Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Moments"
[Text ID: “Me, inside myself, / always waiting for something / that my mind can’t define.”]
Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"
there must be a purpose of my life apart from dissociating and missing you .....
Natalie Wee, Least of all
Only a dream
Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”
[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]
Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"
"you cant heal if you pretend you're not hurt"
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