my love is my love

walking a path of strength and always learning

[darknesswithinsworld]

[darknesswithinsworld]

[darknesswithinsworld]

[darknesswithinsworld]

[darknesswithinsworld]

[darknesswithinsworld]

[darknesswithinsworld]

[lovingbrokengaysoul-deactivated]

I love you

I write it here because I can’t send it. For if I do, I know you’ll respond with thanks or something equally as unemotional and that destroys me everytime. Loving you in silence while you love someone else is death without dying. So I write it here in hopes that somehow you’ll see it. And just know that my love is real. Because all my heart can do is think of you. And I’m sorry for loving you, I know you don’t want me to, but there’s nothing I can do. I love you, Always

[darknesswithinsworld]

New moon new me new face soon

Everything that has happened in life and especially most recently has happened for a reason. It was meant to teach me strength and to realize who I truly am. All of these obstacles weren't meant to hurt me but in reality were to help me grow. Yes it sucks and hurts physically and emotionally but it's all part of the plan and the way the universe needed things to work. If I could change certain reactions that I had I would but I was still learning, growing, healing, and hurting all at once. I still have alot to learn and alot to grow from. Especially with surgery coming this week but it's all for the betterment of myself and I will not let it darken me anymore I will rise above everything and hold my place as a king because that's who I am and always have been I just forgot that along the way and let the past forge my reactions to my present but never again. I am me I am healthy I am alive I am full of love I am just me.

[remanence-of-love]

[destroymylife]

[aishwaryanair]

Typewriter Series #1262 by Aishwarya Nair

[poemswords]

“That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.”

— Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants   (via books-n-quotes)

[recaption]

[thoughts-into-ink]

i’ll lose my focus behind the steering wheel. my eyes will drift to the phantoms in the weeds along the road to my best friend’s house— my hands will still reach beside me, looking for your hands in all the places you’ve never touched.

i’ll hear your voice in parking lots the ghost whispers in my ears of words you said to me last summer, and laughter on the airways and dial tones in static.

i’ll dig through dust-filled boxes in my garage, look for all the art we didn’t get the chance to make, hold clothes that were never yours up against the light and look for you in the spaces between threads.

and even if tomorrow is the last time we ever talk i’ll still think of you when i’m driving home.

emj // september 21st

[darknesswithinsworld]

Why do I try

I've tried for so long to be accepted and loved unconditionally. But I am always too intense and too much. I have a huge heart and an amazing soul so why am I never enough for you or anyone else. I feel so lost and alone in this world like no matter how hard I try I will never reach my goals and grasp true love. You used to say how I made you feel safe and comfortable yet you ran away the first chance you got. Ran back to a toxic person who uses you as much as you used me. I wanted to give you the world and all the happiness in it but it was too much for you. You use the excuse you are young and free but in reality you are scared selfish and immature. It truly hurts that I ended being just another thing you threw away when. You were done with it. One day I hope we can talk again and make amends but if that day never happens I at least hope when you see a full moon you will remember the good times and love we shared before it all went away into the night. I will forever miss my remi but she no longer loves me nor wants to be apart of my life.

[darknesswithinsworld]

“Cheeks stained black, And eyes glazed over. The emptiness in your soul, And the breaking of your heart. You know that all too well, Almost to the point where all you feel is numb, No tears. No emotion. Just silently breaking. The fact that you could be breaking, Drowning in your sadness, And no one noticing. You’ve come to the point where no one notices, and no one cares. So you’re left to pick up the pieces of your heart and stitch them back together, knowing that no matter how hard you try to feel complete, you’ll always be broken”

— -A.P (via 3amwritting)