The Heist

Poet, she/her, 23 yo

[sierson]

Mi gusto culposo es quitar la cara cuando me va a besar, para que me agarre fuerte del cuello y me bese a las malas. 🥺

[m00wd]

If it stays, it's love. If it ends, it was a love story. If it never began, is it poetry?

—M00wd

[wordx]

The way I love doesn't fit in this era.

[m00wd]

The most beautiful poems are written through tears.

—M00wd

[thoughtkick]

“Hell is other people.”

— Jean-Paul Sarte

[serendipityvers]

Hope? Hope drives us insane.

[heistcunning]

I don’t hate you.

I hate that I believed you.

[heistcunning]

[heistcunning]

[quotefeeling]

“The saddest truth is realising you have fallen madly in love with what can never be.”

— Michael Faudet

[heistcunning]

[speedyphilosopherpanda]

I rarely desire. I violently try to feel nothing—to become entirely apathetic. What good does yearning do? The second I want something a little badly, the universe will not give it to me.

[heistcunning]

[heistcunning]

You didn’t just leave.

You took with you the version of me that believed in forever. 🥀

[heistcunning]

You made of love a wound, and you kept twisting the knife.

[heistcunning]

[thatonedeadboy]

I've waited a lifetime for you