Writing Is Therapy

Writing of all sorts of kind. All original. Some based off my life.

[just-me-mary]

I can’t sleep

I can’t sleep. I know why I can’t but it’s still frustrating. I can’t sleep because I’m thinking about my tattoo appointment and the artist. I’ve got a little school girl crush on the artist. He’s sweet, listens to me and calls me love so I feel special. I’m not physically attracted to him but mentally I’m swooning. I can’t sleep cause I’m always worried I’m gonna say the wrong thing or I’ll wear the wrong thing to the appointment and look hideous. Or I think too long about what to wear and get frustrated with not having the right then but then thinking that I don’t need the right thing just something that gives the room to work and I’m comfortable. But yeah. I can’t sleep. All thanks to a stupid school girl crush that’s not important.

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Hold fast to dreams,For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged bird,That cannot fly.” - Langston Hughes

via @lifeofquotations

[mymessyink]

Things have changed. I can feel you losing interest in me. You don’t have time for me anymore, and I know you’re busy. I’m trying not to be clingy, but I love you. I want to be in your life, and I feel the distance ballooning between us. You have work and school. I get that life gets hard sometimes. I’m not asking to be your number one priority. I’m asking to be on the list. You’re on mine, so I don’t think I’m asking too much. I’m worried I’m losing you, yet you’re doing nothing about it.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via mymessyink)

Omg it's in words!

[cynsyllables]

I thought I was done with you but it turns out I never am

I’m hurting again (via cynsyllables)

[just-me-mary]

You know how scary it is to realized you're starting to forget the person you thought you were going to marry one day?

Me

[just-six]

Losing you, also meant losing me.

six word story // anon (via just-six)

[after---the--st0rm-deactivated2]

I don’t write about you anymore.

Six Word Story (via cathexis14)

[sixwordssayitall]

You fucked up and I apologized.

Insomniac’s Journal (via sixwordssayitall)

[sixwordssayitall]

You’ll miss what we had eventually.

@sixwordssayitall (via sixwordssayitall)

[just-six]

More than friends, less than lovers.

six word story // themoonismycompany (via just-six)

[astoryillnevertell]

We could’ve been the greatest story.

Six word story (via astoryillnevertell)

[just-six]

You were the most painful lesson.

six word story // toliveuphere (via just-six)

[just-six]

You can delete chats, not memories.

six word story // v.m. (via just-six)

[just-six]

He’s a chapter, not your story.

six word story // whisperofsong (via just-six)

[mypenleaksiridescence]

And suddenly, we were strangers again.

Six Word Story (via mypenleaksiridescence)

[stargazerinmoksha]

To my Valentine, I love you.

I shouldn’t start a love letter with an apology, but I think you’ll come to find it sincere. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the first person to kiss you, the first time someone kissed my lips I understood that to love is to be in pain– but my sister had to explain that love shouldn’t hurt, it should be painless. The light breeze while you’re outside exploring the city during spring kind of feeling. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the first person to hold you, the first person to hold my hands said that I shouldn’t regret anything or anyone because in this moment? This very second… you wanted it with every part of your being. It doesn’t matter in the end, the only thing that matters is the journey. The road that led you to me will ultimately lead you back to yourself. I’m sorry that I won’t be the first person to make you feel love. The ocean is a heart and I’ve been building a sandcastle that’s tall enough to seek you out. I’m sorry that I won’t be the one you’ll show off to your mother. I’m sorry that you’ll think about me when sleep is close to impossible. Valentine’s Day no longer holds value to me. I’ve been doing some thinking lately about who I am as a writer and what it means to say I love you. To love someone enough to let them go. To love someone enough to tell them to grow without you. To love someone enough that you’re willing to explain the reasons as to why it won’t work just yet. To love yourself enough to come to terms with it. One day someone’s going to treat you better than I ever will. One day someone’s going to ask you to marry him. One day someone’s going to have your smile. One day someone’s going to leave you love letters near the kitchen sink. One day someone’s going to pretend to spoon feed you during dinner and pull you in for a kiss. One day someone’s going to write poems for you and mean it when he says I want you to be mine forever. One day someone’s going to be right beside you. He’ll be right there. By your side, as the sun hits your curtains and you’re struggling to get out of bed– he’ll swing those curtains open and jump scare you. He’s going to sing for you while you’re in the shower. He’ll hold you while you’re having nightmares. He’ll reason with you intellectually if you’re ever in a dispute about art and poetry. He’ll walk you down that aisle and never think twice. He won’t do drugs and he’ll be healthy. He won’t smoke cigarettes and he won’t be perfect, but my god, he’ll make you forget about me. You’re stubborn and hard headed, you’re just like me. You’re smart and colorful down to the bristles of your soul. As an artist and a writer, we are compelled to chase after a love story fitting to declare war upon ourselves. You’re going to paint his life like how I’ve done for you. He’s going to squeeze your palms and ask for a dance. He’s going to hold your hips and ask for a walk. The moon will be out and you’ll enjoy your night. Love screams from a multidimensional place– I’ve seen seen love crash and burn. I’ve seen love destroy and rebuild. I’ve seen love light enough to blind us from ever seeing the truth. I’ve seen a love that’s frightening. I’ve seen terror within the night– you’re only sober if it feels right. I’ve seen who I am and I’m still lost. Some words cost us an eternity of apologies. Some feelings never leave us, even if the people do. You’re more than what I can ask for, you’re more than you know. We’ve been down this road before. Some day we’ll forget about who we are today, some day we’ll change forever. Some day you’ll understand the why, some day you’ll find the who, some day he’ll bring you to the where, some day he’ll show you what’s in his heart, and you’ll realize about the how. I’m still searching for myself– I’m falling deeper into a sea that isn’t designed for swimming. I’m stuck in a place that only has room for one person. Do you ever feel like there’s something wrong with the way that we are? Something’s always missing in the daily routine, there’s something broken inside of my head. Love letters sprinkled with heartfelt laughter– I wish I could give you that. I only want the best for you even if that person isn’t me. (via everylittlepieceofyou)

[remnant-thoughts]

Perhaps it is better this way.

“I wish you the best” remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)