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[leohearts]

“Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.”

— Nikita Gill

[redrola]

[dsudis]

"Let July Be July" by Morgan Harper Nichols

[blanchen]

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Sharing one of my favourite poems this Sunday. Have a listen.

She walks in beauty, like the night   Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright   Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light   Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less,   Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,   Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express,   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow,   But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below,   A heart whose love is innocent!

[meanwhilepoetry]

The cruelest thing that someone can do to you is first claim to love you more than anything in the world. That they have never seen anything as exquisite as you. That you are every star in the night sky, you have a love to give sweeter than any they have ever tasted. That they will never leave you, because my goodness, look at what all you have to give, they are content, they are content, they are content. And then one day, out of the blue they do.

The cruelest thing that someone can do to you is lull you into a false sense of security. Convince you that this, this is the forever love you have been looking for. This is the kind of love you needed all this time, the kind of love you have craved and let you get comfortable in it because it will last, it will last, it will last. And then, one day, they wrap all of their love into a bundle and walk away without a second glance back at you.

The cruelest thing someone can do is convince you that you will be enough for them. That there will never be another that makes them feel this way, play with their hair, tease them, make them coffee in the morning just the way they like it, you are a language that has become their mothertongue, and one cannot forget their mothertongue. And then, one day, they forget all about you, like you never existed and you are left with this language in your mouth that no one else speaks.

The cruelest thing someone can do is simply leave without warning after promising you a life together. They take this soft heart of yours and love it until it’s so full only to throw it to the ground and crush it into a million pieces. They take everything you built together and take a hammer to it like it is nothing but a glass house that is meant to be destroyed. This is the cruelest thing that someone can do to you. Disappear without a warning when they swore they would love you.

Nikita Gill, The Cruelest Thing Someone Can Do To You

[mostlylyricedits]

i asked if we would last and you promised we would. now you’re gone and the only thing that lasts is the memories. the memories and the nightmares

[lilllium]

—Lilllium, from In Place Of The Mirror is a Portait of You

[industrialwonders]

[mostlylyricedits]

i look in the mirror and find that i no longer recognize who i see looking back at me. as i wake up on sunday morning trying to remember the night before i start to wonder where i have gone. i see myself doing all of these things that only two years ago i would’ve been ashamed of and i can’t recall what happened to that mind set. all i know is that once your heart is broken it is easier to completely throw away that naive young girl, that foolish child who gave away her love so easily than it is to remain vulnerable and weak. it is easier to harden your heart and forget the once joyful memories than it is to dwell on what could have been. i believe that it is much simpler to change who you once were and become someone new, even if it is someone you don’t understand. even if it is someone you hate. even if it is someone you don’t recognize.

[mostlylyricedits]

yes it was hard to find myself

and i finally had

but then i lost her

and i feel that remembering who she was

is even harder

when will i get her back

-ab

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao

[mostlylyricedits]

i don’t want to be the person that people are constantly having to comfort. i don’t want to be the person that always needs a shoulder to cry on. i don’t want to be the person that lets their heart break over and over again with no attempt to put it back together. i don’t want to be the person who is always getting asked if they’re okay. i don’t want to be the person that always needs someone. i don’t want to be the person that is constantly being worried about. i want to be okay. i want to be normal. i want to be strong. i want to be able to carry my emotions with dignity and grace. i want to be okay. i want to forget about him. i want to move on. i want to be different. i want to change. i want to be okay.

[lovelylionesswings]

[perfectfeelings]

“I want you to drunk text me. I want you to think about me. Please think about me sometimes because the only thing I do is think about you.”

—

[thepersonalquotes]

[mostlylyricedits]

Rain

I hear the rain drops as they fall

One

By one

By one

By one

I hear them thundering in my ears

As though it isn't tiny drops of water

But giant boulders

Falling from the sky

I risk walking outside

And when i do

I feel them falling on the top of my head

I feel myself become weighted down by each and every one

Soon enough the weight becomes too much

And i am screaming and begging for help

But no one will come

No one is listening

It is only then that i realize

There is no noise coming out of my mouth

The screaming, the shouting, the begging

Is all in my head

The boulders falling on my head are once again tiny raindrops

The water coating my face now tastes salty

And i can't help but wonder

When did I start crying?

I hear the thundering in my ears again

But this time it is not the rain

It is the sound of my heartbeat

As loud as horses on the track

I wonder if the rain was ever as loud as i thought

Or if i had been using it to mask the noise of my mind the whole time

I wonder if the rain was weighing me down

Or if it was simply the pain of my past pinning me to the ground.

-ab

[thepersonalquotes]

[thepersonalquotes]