jane

"to explain a poem is to betray it"

[vexheart]

[pretty-bluebird]

I will become everything I said I would be.

[vexheart]

[janie802]

The hottest fires always burn blue―and his eyes are no exception

-a

[janie802]

june sixth

I had a broken heart

and your car sang at high speeds.

I could see the cracks in your mind

from your childhood and on.

remember when I drifted over the line?

I saw how concerned you were

but you'd have never let me drive

if you hadn't understood―

I had the stitches for your mind

and you had the pieces of my heart.

or remember being lost in the parking lot?

I wish so bad you'd've kissed me,

but I don't think the universe

ever meant for us to meet.

something, somewhere, cracked―

and we fell into place

-s

[inkpressedpetals]

[janie802]

i cherish these thoughts—unheard; unseen

these tears a testament to a dream

[janie802]

it was nice to feel wanted. even though it was all a lie, it was still nice.

[nixscriptum]

[vexheart]

[uniqueness-ev]

once your heart agrees with your brain. it’s game over.

[janie802]

my heart? it was always yours.

[dariasynn]

I romanticized the darkest parts of my life, painted pain into shades of poetry, and turned heartache into something beautiful.

I made my suffering feel softer, more bearable, as if giving it meaning could take away the sting.

But some nights, no amount of pretty words can disguise the darkness.

- Daria Synn

[thoughtkick]

“Too many people are trying to find the right person instead of being the right person.”

— Unknown

[resqectable]

“Sometimes you just have to stay silent because no words can explain what’s going on in your heart and mind.”

— Unknown

[mr1forty2]

Silence isn’t always the absence of words

sometimes it’s the sound of your soul speaking in a language only the right heart can hear

[janie802]

I tell myself I'm over you, but there is still a part of me that can't bring itself to take off the bracelet you gave me. It makes me sad, but happy. It's a piece of you I'll never hold again. A reminder that selfless love could and did exist.

[janie802]

how are you so okay now that I'm gone?

[janie802]

did you tell her everything you told me? everything you said to sweep me off my feet. how my hand was made just for yours and someday you'd take me to the west coast. about who's fault the crash really was and how much you used to hate alcohol. how the thing you fear the most is disappointment and your mind. how only someday you'll be proud of yourself. how I'm the only one who really understands you and you feel safe around me. god, I hate that I gave you what you wanted. but really; did you tell her that you're not ready for a relationship? that your lack of emotional maturity and need for attention and not being able to stay single all points towards a man destined to fall. if you ever read this, I pity you. I do.

[nixscriptum]

[janie802]

and every tear that burns is testimony to the fact that selfless love exists

[janie802]

is love a choice?

I find this tricky. I think you can choose whom to love, but there are also the cases of unwillingly loving someone. Falling for them slowly; how they talk, think, walk. All the small mannerisms that you pick out and subconsciously copy. How you secretly wish for them to be there and your ear is always waiting to hear their name. When you see a car like theirs, your heart skips a beat. Their song comes on and you can't stop smiling. You find your mind wandering endlessly to them. How your skin heats when their near; the flush of your cheeks when you lock eyes. You imagine every small word was for you. And you realize. "Shit. I love them." Dammit, you'd anything for them. Then the choosing comes in. You have to choose everyday to love them. To see past their faults; not ignore them, but choose to work through it all together. To choose everyday to hold their hand and lead them, don't ever push.

love is not only a choice, but a fall as well.