Another struggle to stop romanticizing pain when you have been in pain almost all of your life.🤍✨
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Another struggle to stop romanticizing pain when you have been in pain almost all of your life.🤍✨
In the hush of the air, whispers linger,
A dance of thoughts, both light and deeper.
Maybe it’s the breeze, or maybe it’s your mind,
A blend of both, where mysteries unwind.💫🤍
She is beautiful,
no matter the phase
waxing, breaking, becoming,
she still glows. 🌙
My old ‘I hate him!!’ was just love pretending to be angry.
But now? It’s simple.. “I don’t care anymore.”
Fresh haircut, fresh start!
like I trimmed away the heaviness
and let the light find my face again.
A few inches gone,
and suddenly the world feels wider,
the mirror feels kinder,
and the girl staring back
looks a little braver,
a little freer,
a little more herself than before.💫
Lanterns I Should’ve Kept
I kept handing him chances like fragile little lanterns, hoping he’d finally learn to hold the light… but every time, he let them fall.
And somewhere along the way, I realised it wasn’t him breaking me..
it was me, breaking myself, by believing he’d ever glow any brighter.
When I see him smile,
my whole world lights up—
even my silence turns to poetry.
The love she gave, she now recalls—
it lives within her, after all.
After all this..
I’m scared that I’m going to forget your face and you..
I don’t want to..
But still you don’t care so what’s the point of all of these emotions be it love or fear..
You’re becoming a distant memory now..
There might be a tiny tiny hope that that soon there will be a time when I could say as well that “now I can see it all..🫶🏻💫”
I hate you —
not because I truly do,
but because I don’t know
what else to feel anymore.
You made me believe in something real,
then left me with ghosts of it.
I hate that I still care,
that I still replay what went wrong,
that your absence still feels like a presence.
But I’m done giving you that power.
You’ll stay as a lesson now —
not a wound.
How cruel love can be..
That you want to be comforted by someone who has hurt you in the first place..
No kidding—
I’m obsessed with myself and the moon,
both wax and wane,
yet never lose their tune.
After the weight of it all, I crave arms that are not here—just the silence pressing close.
Clouds bend down,
brushing the sky—
wanting to touch earth. 🌧️✨
The clasp that hides behind you,
Slips to the front with gentle grace—
A whisper from afar,
A heart that thinks of your face.💫