Just A Girl Living Life

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

[itsme395]

I miss the way we would talk, how easy and automatic it was to feel safe and loved by you. We've talked but it isn't the same, we aren't the same. It's hard to know the truth from the lies, I want to tell you everything but I can't, I cant let you see how much pain you've caused and continue to cause within me. I want to tell you that I love you and forgive you just so we can go back to the way we were but it scares me that it won't ever be the same.

I'm sad, I'm scared, I'm broken.

[itsme395]

Answer

Why do I let myself feel too much To only then be faced with disappointment when you don't pick me You haven't said the words yet, you don't have to You don't even have to know what I'm about to ask you to know your answer She has always been your answer, just not when when you're with me Still at the back of your head you're still thinking about her Do I even have to ask? I know your answer but I still ask, in hope that it'll be me So now I wait for either the joy of having you in my life Or the pain of letting you go

[observando]

I Like For You To Be Still

I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent And you hear me from far away And my voice does not touch you It seems as though your eyes had flown away And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth As all things are filled with my soul You emerge from the things Filled with my soul You are like my soul A butterfly of dream And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still And you seem far away It sounds as though you are lamenting A butterfly cooing like a dove And you hear me from far away And my voice does not reach you Let me come to be still in your silence And let me talk to you with your silence That is bright as a lamp Simple, as a ring You are like the night With its stillness and constellations Your silence is that of a star As remote and candid

I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent Distant and full of sorrow So you would’ve died One word then, One smile is enough And I’m happy; Happy that it’s not true.

― Pablo Neruda

[allthingsneruda-blog]

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered, and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same the same trees. We, we who were, are the no longer the same. I no longer love her, that is certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her ear.

Pablo Neruda, The Saddest Lines (via allthingsneruda)

[allthingsneruda-blog]

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’ The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

Pablo Neruda, Tonight I Can Write (via allthingsneruda)

[lifeless6soul-blog]

[grace--upon--grace]

Brett Cederberg

[thoughts-memories]

[thoughts-memories]

[peelsofpoetry]

XX. Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, “The night is starry and the blue stars shiver in the distance.”

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

[bey]

[itsme395]

Sitting here alone is the worst kind of alone People walking, running around me People with kids lovers and here I am Sitting Alone Craving sleep, needing somebody Yet I do this to myself Why don't I sleep earlier? Why can't I just walk up to somebody? Why do I feel the need to shut everybody out and just be Alone -The need, demand and rejection of loneliness

[kevkinghorn]

[thoughts-memories]

[yoursummerdreamz]

[yoursummerdreamz]

[teenagehipst3r]