silence in the dark you left behind

Please tell her, that when the sun goes down I think of her. Please tell her, that I will never forget the sound of her voice calling my name. And please, let her know that she lives in my heart and that everywhere I go, I always see her face.

[hapless-hollow]

“I don’t know how to be human, with this much pain.”

— Helaena C Moon

[nowthisisdark]

"I never thought that the leaving was beautiful. Not when I have spent my whole life trying to stay."

-Sue Zhao || Nothing but Strawberries

[iamonlywoman]

Nije me bilo. Izmislila sam se .

[nowthisisdark]

sometimes i forget how i got here sometimes i forget how much i didn't want to survive.

-Fariha Risin, How to Cure a Ghost

[hapless-hollow]

“I have haunted talents. I am invisible. I can walk through walls. I can stand before you, and at no time, ever be seen. I can scream, and never be heard.”

— Helaena C Moon

[mournfulroses]

Ralph Hodgson, from Eve, And Other Poems; “The Moor,” originally publ. in 1913

[hapless-hollow]

“Oh, the soul is heavy, and the nights are long.”

— Helaena C Moon

[leonardospoetry]

You can’t save someone out of their own lives.

[howifeltabouthim]

'You get out of here and you don't look back. Never. You promise me you make it out and leave all this behind you.'

Chris Whitaker, from All the Colors of the Dark

[howifeltabouthim]

'I owe you . . . my tab. A real man settles his debts,' Patch said. 'Consider it settled. I'd have paid it a hundred times over, just for the honor of knowing you.'

Chris Whitaker, from All the Colors of the Dark

[slowlikehoneyy-deactivated20241]

the disgusting habit of remembering.

[mournfulroses]

Nina Maclaughlin, from "Wake, Siren," originally published in November 2019

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”

[howifeltabouthim]

'So tell me, just how long you been lost?' 'I don't recall a time when I wasn't.'

Chris Whitaker, from All the Colors of the Dark

[howifeltabouthim]

The crushing of a dream that perhaps had always been out of reach.

Chris Whitaker, from All the Colors of the Dark

[howifeltabouthim]

. . . I felt giddy with hope, for the end of exile in my own head, for someone who will understand me, someone who will see what I know and talk back to me about it. Is this so ridiculous? Isn't it possible?

Siri Hustvedt, from The Blazing World

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe i am still a child and i am loved well.