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@lifeforone
Heal, so when somebody tries to love you – you let them.
Late at night
and sometimes in the middle of the day
when everything looks fine from the outside
I think about the people I’ve loved
And the people who have loved me
Some I tried to grow into
Some who outgrew me
All of them leaving something behind
I don’t call those relationships failures
I respect what they were
What they taught me
What they asked of me
Even when I couldn’t answer fully
But there’s a weight I carry constantly
Not just in quiet moments
It comes with me to work
To laughter
To achievements that are supposed to feel lighter than they do
A feeling that I fall just short
That effort alone doesn’t always equal alignment
That love can be real
And still not be enough
I question my worth more than I show
Whether I’m someone people choose every day
Or someone they eventually realize
They need something different from
That doubt settles into my body
Like a weighted vest I forget I’m wearing
Until I try to breathe deeply
Until I try to rest
I hide it well
Behind humor
Behind momentum
Behind staying busy enough
That I don’t have to sit with it too long
I loved deeply
As honestly as I knew how at the time
And still, I was the one who “left”
Not by walking away
But by not being what was needed
By caring
And still missing the mark
“You’re too busy.”
“You’re not stable enough.”
“You’re not present.”
“You’re not healthy.”
“You’re not who I need right now.”
I heard those words
And kept moving
Believing growth would catch up
Believing effort would eventually close the distance
While the space quietly widened
I changed what I could see
My body
My habits
My thinking
My goals
But when love asked for something steadier
I didn’t always know how to hold on
Without gripping too tightly
Out of fear of losing what mattered
I’m not writing this for sympathy
Or reassurance
Or to be rescued
I’m writing because carrying this silently
Has started to feel heavier than sharing it
Because this grief lives with me daily
For everyone I wanted to grow with
And couldn’t seem to hold onto
No matter how much I cared
I know we’re all moving toward an ending
That truth doesn’t scare me
What scares me
Is reaching the end
Having never learned how to hold love
With open hands
Instead of clenched ones
This isn’t hopelessness. This is honesty.
Cause I relive it like a feature
I memorized your features
And every word you said
I know your eyes are blue and green
💔
I placed the truth
between us tonight
like setting a mirror
on a quiet table
knowing
you would not see
what I saw
strange thing
this heart
how it recognizes something
before permission is given
before reciprocity
before logic
before time has even agreed
to remember the moment
I knew already
the answer that waited
behind your silence
some feelings
announce their ending
at the same time
they are born
yet still
I had to let the words
leave my body
love
such a fragile sound
for something that refuses
to die quietly
you answered gently
and the world
did not collapse
the sky remained
exactly where it was
and I noticed something
unexpected
the feeling stayed
but the weight did not
as if love
does not require return
only recognition
that it once existed
briefly
like light
touching glass
and moving on
still
for a moment
I swear
we looked the same
in the mirror.
Late at night
and sometimes in the middle of the day
when everything looks fine from the outside
I think about the people I’ve loved
And the people who have loved me
Some I tried to grow into
Some who outgrew me
All of them leaving something behind
I don’t call those relationships failures
I respect what they were
What they taught me
What they asked of me
Even when I couldn’t answer fully
But there’s a weight I carry constantly
Not just in quiet moments
It comes with me to work
To laughter
To achievements that are supposed to feel lighter than they do
A feeling that I fall just short
That effort alone doesn’t always equal alignment
That love can be real
And still not be enough
I question my worth more than I show
Whether I’m someone people choose every day
Or someone they eventually realize
They need something different from
That doubt settles into my body
Like a weighted vest I forget I’m wearing
Until I try to breathe deeply
Until I try to rest
I hide it well
Behind humor
Behind momentum
Behind staying busy enough
That I don’t have to sit with it too long
I loved deeply
As honestly as I knew how at the time
And still, I was the one who “left”
Not by walking away
But by not being what was needed
By caring
And still missing the mark
“You’re too busy.”
“You’re not stable enough.”
“You’re not present.”
“You’re not healthy.”
“You’re not who I need right now.”
I heard those words
And kept moving
Believing growth would catch up
Believing effort would eventually close the distance
While the space quietly widened
I changed what I could see
My body
My habits
My thinking
My goals
But when love asked for something steadier
I didn’t always know how to hold on
Without gripping too tightly
Out of fear of losing what mattered
I’m not writing this for sympathy
Or reassurance
Or to be rescued
I’m writing because carrying this silently
Has started to feel heavier than sharing it
Because this grief lives with me daily
For everyone I wanted to grow with
And couldn’t seem to hold onto
No matter how much I cared
I know we’re all moving toward an ending
That truth doesn’t scare me
What scares me
Is reaching the end
Having never learned how to hold love
With open hands
Instead of clenched ones
This isn’t hopelessness. This is honesty.
"She exists in my poems the way she exists in my life."
—Kunal-e-Ishq, "Zariya"
"Emotionally, I wanted to stay. Intellectually, I wanted to leave. As always, I seemed to enjoy punishing myself."
You were never mine, but I was always yours.
k.b. // sombr - i wish i knew how to quit you
Late at night
and sometimes in the middle of the day
when everything looks fine from the outside
I think about the people I’ve loved
And the people who have loved me
Some I tried to grow into
Some who outgrew me
All of them leaving something behind
I don’t call those relationships failures
I respect what they were
What they taught me
What they asked of me
Even when I couldn’t answer fully
But there’s a weight I carry constantly
Not just in quiet moments
It comes with me to work
To laughter
To achievements that are supposed to feel lighter than they do
A feeling that I fall just short
That effort alone doesn’t always equal alignment
That love can be real
And still not be enough
I question my worth more than I show
Whether I’m someone people choose every day
Or someone they eventually realize
They need something different from
That doubt settles into my body
Like a weighted vest I forget I’m wearing
Until I try to breathe deeply
Until I try to rest
I hide it well
Behind humor
Behind momentum
Behind staying busy enough
That I don’t have to sit with it too long
I loved deeply
As honestly as I knew how at the time
And still, I was the one who “left”
Not by walking away
But by not being what was needed
By caring
And still missing the mark
“You’re too busy.”
“You’re not stable enough.”
“You’re not present.”
“You’re not healthy.”
“You’re not who I need right now.”
I heard those words
And kept moving
Believing growth would catch up
Believing effort would eventually close the distance
While the space quietly widened
I changed what I could see
My body
My habits
My thinking
My goals
But when love asked for something steadier
I didn’t always know how to hold on
Without gripping too tightly
Out of fear of losing what mattered
I’m not writing this for sympathy
Or reassurance
Or to be rescued
I’m writing because carrying this silently
Has started to feel heavier than sharing it
Because this grief lives with me daily
For everyone I wanted to grow with
And couldn’t seem to hold onto
No matter how much I cared
I know we’re all moving toward an ending
That truth doesn’t scare me
What scares me
Is reaching the end
Having never learned how to hold love
With open hands
Instead of clenched ones
This isn’t hopelessness. This is honesty.
“I’ll never be able to look at your face without loving you.”
— Rachel Wolchin
it hurts because i am trying my hardest but i am still not good enough
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you're scared of losing people but who's scared of losing you?
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I swear to God I'm almost alright
I only think about you all the time
I almost never fall asleep
Wishing you were here with me
And I promise I've completely let you go
Almost