Difficult Darling

[booksqouted]

The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via booksqouted)

[booksqouted]

They say “time heals”, but even now … I know that’s a lie. What people really mean is that eventually you’ll get used to the pain. You’ll forget who you were without it; you’ll forget what you looked like without your scars.

Claudia Gray, A Thousand Pieces of You (via booksqouted)

[wordswritteninsilence]

I had no one to blame. I drowned in my own sadness.

Navin E. (via wordswritteninsilence)

[wordsfillingupmyheart]

You and I, we were never supposed to be but we tried and we succeeded. We were never supposed to meet but we did and found home, in each other. We clicked right there in the crowd and to be honest, I was relieved it were you and not me taking that first step, towards our infinity. A lifetime together. A lifetime of joy, and spending it, life with you, is everything I ever wanted but never knew.

@celtic-poetry (via wordsfillingupmyheart)

[oldsoulnewmoon]

a graveyard of bones.

I am a mess of exhausted limbs where my reach is null and void I tend to weep when my fit of anger has been compelled from my senses but now… here I lie motionless in my alone state as I feel each of my bones break

[fantastickkay-blog]

Once the sweetest morsel I savored each word Each touch, each moment Any distance met With bitter aftertaste Fast becoming an addiction But you kept saying you loved me So I never sought treatment You were mine, we were happy Until you day you just dropped me Living with a man who Doesn’t love me anymore Is the worst torture You became a ghost pepper Claiming every sense Overwhelming misery Somehow, it ends The hurt remains Dull, but pulsing

[juansendizon]

You’ve changed. The person whom you were before is now nonexistent. And I can’t fall in love with your past self nor your future self just in case you’d try to revive your past self just to keep me here in the present. And I definitely cannot fall in love with you now when the person whom I fell in love with has long passed away.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

[soulreserve]

hush

He slowly picks up the flower that others have treaded upon, up from the floor, Couples are dancing, and the hour is late unhurried, moonlit, Maybe, if he had held back… not said so much, she and he would have still been dancing, And he would have been breathing in, the scent of her wilder than the rose’s.

© SoulReserve 2016

[difficultdarling]

Reminds me of my long ago love...

[beneathunspokenwords]

your skin touches mine in a flicker of a second and i realize - this, this is what forever feels like.

Kai Masa (via beneathunspokenwords)

[theprocast]

The bad news is, you’re going to break. The good news is, you can come back together, better than you were before.

Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (302/366)

[wnq-writers]

I was like a warm welcoming house, that he broke into. He smashed in my walls and doors and stole pieces from me, pieces that I needed to stay whole. And then as he went to leave, with my things, he set the house on fire. There is no warmth or welcome left in the house. So when other men trespass, they simply enter through the broken walls and doors to take more things and light more fires. Until there is nothing left to take and nothing left to use.

this-is-not-her (via wnq-writers)

[mikeyj529]

the letters unwrite themselves leaving pages of empty voices to fend for themselves they are lifelines in reverse, tread an edge so sharp, it cuts crimson to its quickest hemorrhagic books bleed out their passages upon deaf ears falling, such shallow love implying impressions of consent, their short shrift attention spans end the story too soon

[paintlikeapoet-blog]

Living in Love

It’s cold inside.

It’s cold out there.

I’ll go swimming in your blue eyes–

And you can run your fingers through my wet hair.

I’ve got a wild idea..this isn’t all there is.

Stuck in my own head.

I wish we were kids.

Take me to bed.

Tuck me in.

If the world wants us quiet, we won’t make a peep.

Hold me.

Silently rock me to sleep.

But if living in love.

Is living in sin,

Lock me out of heaven i don’t want to get in.

HR

[buddingverse]

dear

It is funny

for I do not know the shape of your lips

yet I am sure

that my name fits them perfectly.

[mikefrawley]

Something More

You are precious unique wonderful valuable much loved a part of it all  and you belong I promise you each word is true  yet if you wish you can prove me wrong for though we’re all something more than any of us can likely conceive it doesn’t mean much of anything unless we’re willing  to believe

[wnq-writers]

She’ll rule the ocean as the moon gravitating the tides towards her. Along with the stars, in which the divinity will be revealed.

msscyn (via wnq-writers)

[quoted-books]

I think I like my brain best in a bar fight with my heart. I think I like myself a little broken, with rough edges, a little harder to grasp. I like poetry better than therapy anyway. The poems never judge me for healing wrong.

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via quoted-books)