you know i didn’t want to have to haunt you
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@crossmymind-poetic
you know i didn’t want to have to haunt you
via weheartit
Some things
Never come back
And are a loss
That echoes
And rings,
Spreading through
Your soul
Like ink,
Hammering against
Your bones
Like a heartbeat.
J. K. L
Anaïs Nin in a letter to Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin Henry Miller, 1932-1953
Everything just kept hurting.
And when I screamed out for help,
All my please were drowned out by
L o n e l i n e s s .
“I’m still waiting for someone to explain why loving you feels like hating me.”
— crossmymind-poetics
“Maybe if I’d left you the first time it happened, I wouldn’t feel so hallow now that I know it wont again.”
- crossmymind-poetic “Maybe”
You do not love me the same anymore.
Everyday I watch in pain, your love leaving more.
“I know this: you can break before you sleep and start becoming whole again the next morning.”
— Juansen Dizon
“Today I found a note from my seven year old self. All it read was, “When I grow up, I want to be a good human." And all I could think was "I really hope I haven’t let her down.””
— Nikita Gill
“Yes, of course I’ve hardened, of course I have had to change to survive in this unforgiving world. But somewhere inside me, there still lives a little girl who once tried to invent a time machine, just to go back in time to save Vincent Van Gogh from his sadness when she heard the rumour he ate yellow paint to get the happiness inside him.”
— Nikita Gill
In our dreams we are just inches away from kissing hip bones, so very close
15-word poem (via imperiallefty)
In our dreams we are just inches away from kissing hip bones, so very close
15-word poem (via imperiallefty)
I pushed everyone else away because they weren’t you.
(via nudeinq)