Daria Synn

Writing the untold stories behind every scar. Poet of twisted emotions, raw truths, and the in-betweens. Here to unravel the beauty in darkness and find peace in chaos.

[dariasynn]

Some people are like storms, they come into your life, wreck everything, and still leave you aching for rain.

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

How do you explain that ‘the monster’ and the man you love are the same person?

~ Daria synn (a direct quote from a book im writing)

[dariasynn]

I have screamed every version of please I’ve bargained with gods I don’t believe in I’ve given every single piece of myself My sleep, my sanity, my soul. But I cannot save you.

And that fucking kills me.

~ Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

Love cannot save someone who has already given up on themselves.

[dariasynn]

your fingers tighten around my throat

as you whisper you’re sorry again

I arch into the pain

tears mixing with the sweat of your chest

I love you most

when you hate me enough

to hurt me

- daria synn

[ruhaniya]

what will I do with a whole garden if my favorite flower is not there

[pomegranatechrysanthemum]

[mavia-nna]

“All alone she was. All alone with her soul.”

— Katherine Mansfield, from The Collected Stories of K. M.; “The Lonely One,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[dariasynn]

pluck the wild from her heart

lace your love with conditions

offer praise only when it serves you

let boys make art of her innocence

dim the fire in her eyes

starve her of affection

feed her your darkness

hold her when it’s easy

leave when its not

love her in pieces

rewrite everything good about her

and tell her you miss the girl she used to be

- how to break a girl

- daria synn

[dariasynn]

The world may give me nothing.

No riches.

No peace.

No mercy.

But if I have you, then I have everything.

- daria synn

[mayahigh]

[perfectquote]

“You will never know how many tears have fallen for you.”

— Unknown

[dariasynn]

The loneliest feeling of all, is to be right next to you, wanting so badly to be understood yet realizing I never will be.

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

I don’t want you to love me, I want you to hate that you love me.

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

My heart once belonged only to me. Kept safe within its ribcage, it carried my secrets, dreamed my quiet hopes, and held the shape of the life I thought was mine.

But love rewrote me in your image. Every beat now answers to you. My pulse carries the cadence of your voice, my veins trace the tender outline of your face. everywhere I turn inside myself, I find you.

And if I could peel back my skin, you would see it too. your face pressed into the rivers of my blood, your name written along the chambers of my heart.

I am no longer mine, and I don’t wish to be. For what sweeter fate is there, than to have my body, my soul, my very heart, sing only of you?

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

You taste like whiskey, smooth and burning all at once, a warmth that settles deep in my chest, and lingers even when you’re gone.

One sip of you is never enough. I drink you in, knowing you’re a vice, but you drown out everything else, and I’ve grown to love the taste you leave behind.

You make my head spin, make me reckless, bold, you’re a slow burn, a fire that’s both comfort and poison, and I don’t know if I want to stop.

But there’s danger in craving you, the way you wrap around my thoughts, a steady haze that clouds my sense. I know the price of indulgence, the fall that follows the high, yet still, I raise the glass and choose the blur of you over the clarity of anything else.

- daria synn

[dariasynn]

i was not made for gentleness. i was made for trembling hands and lips that hesitate before they fall apart on mine.

i was made to be broken with ceremony, to be loved like destruction masquerading as devotion.

there is a hunger in me that does not sleep. a fever stitched into marrow. a mouth that cannot name what it craves but opens anyway.

give me the man who calls me his undoing with reverence in his voice. the one who holds my name like a blade between his teeth and drags it across his tongue until it tastes like blood and prayer.

let me be the reason he forgets how to be good. let me be the fire he walks into willingly, knowing full well he will burn.

i will never be full. not with love. not with lust. not even with ruin.

you could give me everything, your trust, your cruelty, and i would still beg for the part that hurts the most.

because i do not want to be saved. i want to be consumed. i want the kind of ache that teaches me i am still alive.

because i am insatiable. and you are the only sin i would die to taste again.

- daria synn