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Am I Sarah Lynn? Cause this is too much man.

[dolores-hazy]

How can I miss

what was never

even mine?

No clue

all I know is I do

it all the time

[outofmyheartandintoyourlungs]

Jan 30 2023

He wanted to smell like oceans

Instead he drowned himself in the fragrance of a liar, a cheat

A waste of the expensive cologne I gave him

I was his lifeboat

Tossing second chances in to his waters like a fisherman casting a net

Hoping to catch my happy ending

He was a con artist masquerading as a lover

That claimed he belonged to me

I was lost at sea for so long I became hollow, floating like driftwood, drifting away

then my head stopped listening to my heart

I finally learned to swim - my existence, finally plucked from the water

I learned how to fly away

down the coastline

I sit at my new favourite place

Waves crashing against the rockbed

Remembering how his troubled waters carried me asunder

Remembering that he is no good waste of space, pollution to the air I breathe

how I made the choice to fly away home

left it all behind to reclaim my happiness

Yet his absence still takes up space in my head

~intrusive thoughts that feign revenge

[origami-houses]

I was frustrated.

I had run out of words

to describe the anger I felt.

But, I felt it just the same.

- G.L. Angelone

[butternaan]

everyday is valentines day if u are a fool and have love in yourheart

[geryone]

The Renunciations, Donika Kelly

[perfectfeelings]

“I wonder if I’ll ever meet someone who will love me as much as I love the stars.”

— thewriterthatnobodynoticed

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

-David Foster Wallace

[heartweary-writing]

I don’t want to accept.

I don’t want to tuck the truth

Into bed at night

With me by its side.

I want to fight.

Tired-eyed,

Sleep-deprived.

Where is my blade, where is my knife?

I need to be a flame

That rises against the tide,

Even if I’m washed away,

Even if I find no peace of mind.

Even if I’m ashes by the end,

Fine.

J. K. L

[burymedeepdown-deactivated20220]

Forever

Yearning has a grip on me. Struck by lightning, scars fork under my skin. I need this now. To be the only one. Never again

locked out cold. No lack, no misery. I need this, divine messenger writing on my bones in garnet, last goodbyes forgotten.

I need the fire in the snow, the light on the ocean floor. My heartbeat reflected in a god’s confession of aching for warm touch,

for flesh tight under fingers. I need this now. The rhythm of breath against my skin. I need to be taken in, burn raw against the dark.

New and whole and all mine, I need to belong at last.

[heartweary-writing]

I want your picture on a post card,

The back stained with the written promise of,

“Soon, I’ll be with you.”

I keep waiting.

I keep wanting.

Like a child sensing the heavy betrayal that’s only abated by buoyant hope.

But it stings...the oncoming weight that will drop,

already it stings, like the heat on my bare-feet as it sneers off a sidewalk

I wait

I wait, for the postcard to fly away

The ink to fade.

I wait.

J. K. L

[mortalghost]

I've stored a lot of anger and regret inside this body causing it to start to die before its time. So many moments are carved into my skin, an unwelcoming, broken in and thrashing all inside these walls that are no longer enough to ward away the demons that call my name.

-H. Murcia 12:41 PM 6/13/2022

[soracities]

As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you.

Wendy Cope, excerpt of “From June to December” (A Summer Villanelle)

[apriljinxed]

Unwell

All of my plants have been dying

First turning yellow, then black

Because I can’t seem to focus on

The right things

I can seem to breathe life

Into myself

No matter how much time I practice saying

Yes, I’m doing okay

Just taking it a day at a time

I still press moon shaped indents into my palms

I allow the nausea to shrink me into nothingness

& I go to bed early to avoid the sunsets

Because the long shadows of dusk remind me of

Better days.

[deviika]

Franz Kafka // Sylvia Plath

[deviika]

Rune Lazuli // Jerzy Kosiński

[a-musingmichelle]

my day is slow– when i am not speaking to someone i have to sit with the feeling of missing you process the fact that i miss you understand that you are gone

it’s like this echoing that you aren’t here anymore you are not here to cheer me on to calm me down from anxiety to tell me you are always here

i miss everything about our friendship you feel so far away we feel like a memory i don’t want it to be this way 

[xoxoariellove]

It’s funny how words struggle to come out

When your heart isn’t beating for anyone

It’s like, not only does my love life not have a pulse

But my creative mind is dead too

When you left, you didn’t just take yourself

It feels like you took my magic with you

Flowers and stars no longer fill my vision

Nor do they buffer my heart and soul

Instead I’m vulnerable, penetrable really

To the cruelties of the world.