everything happening under the moonlight

they/them busy crying over poems and nature and space

[hauntinghaiku]

grief is weird.

I'm repotting seedlings,

my hands became your hands,

and I remember your eyes again.

[nettles-and-lillies]

i’m tired of being too much

[hauntinghaiku]

I wasnt a bad person. I wasn't overreacting. I was traumatised.

[paper-wounds]

[hauntinghaiku]

ah, to be offered nothing but gentleness and for it to hurt like a thousand knives.

[hauntinghaiku]

I just wanna stop feeling everything so damn much

[lunamonchtuna]

— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; "You Are with the Wrong Person" (via lunamonchtuna)

[paper-wounds]

[hauntinghaiku]

what a sorrow it is to always be the one to love more.

[paper-wounds]

[nixscriptum]

for when love is written in the stars but lost in the alignment.

[hauntinghaiku]

[hauntinghaiku]

I put salt on my wounds because the sea is all I know

[icarusfallsblog]

why am i so fucking crazy theres something seriously wrong with me im so self centered and evil

[hauntinghaiku]

escape escape escape

[hauntinghaiku]

Do you even realise what you took away from me?

I was not the person I am right now.

I was free, I was trusting, I was cheerful.

I was "Yes, let's stay out all night and sleep in your car!"

I was "Yes, let's jump in the lake even though it's freezing!"

The world was kind and beautiful and bright.

The future was hope and anticipation and excitement.

But you took it all away. Pebble by pebble you took it all away, till there was nothing left of me. Till all I had left was ash and fear.

You had no right, and yet I'm paying the price.

[hauntinghaiku]

and you will realise much later, that was home.