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Rati Saxena, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Mountain nights"
[Text ID: “Last night / there was a dream / And / In the dream? You / You / You / And / Only you”]
“Some nights I sit with my thoughts and realize how much I’ve changed, how much I’ve lost, and how strong I had to become without anyone noticing.”
Pain
Pain is a quiet thing.
It doesn’t always arrive with thunder
or announce itself loudly.
It moves in slowly
through late night calls,
through promises spoken softly
like they might last forever.
It lives in the way
two people begin to orbit each other,
drawn close by something
neither of them fully understands.
There are moments
that felt like home.
Your laughter against my chest.
Your voice when the world had gone quiet.
The way your eyes softened
when you forgot to guard yourself.
Those moments were real.
I know they were.
But pain is strange like that.
It hides inside beauty.
Inside stolen time
and whispered devotion.
Inside the kind of love
that exists just beyond the edge
of ordinary life.
Pain is realizing
that what felt eternal
was only temporary.
That someone can hold your heart
with both hands
and still find a way
to set it down.
Not always out of cruelty.
Perhaps not even out of hatred.
Just because their path
continued somewhere
They didn't want you follow.
And so pain remains
not loud,
not violent.
Just a quiet echo
of everything that once
Felt like forever - Bewtweenthelines-ny
Richard Siken, "The Worm King's Lullaby" // Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters // Trista Mateer, "I Still Forget We're Not Even Friends" // Naomi Shihab Nye, "I Still Have Everything You Gave Me" // Ashe Vernon, Wrong Side of a Fistfight // @/hollywarbs on ig // Ryan O'Connell // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // June Gehringer, "I get so jealous of euthanized dogs" // Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You
I hate how the advice for avoiding burnout is all "if you feel like everything is a chore you're making yourself do, you should rest and do things you want to do voluntarily :)" like the fuck you mean want to do. I don't want to cook a nice homemade meal, go outside to spend time in nature, make cutesy fun little crafts, read books, or do any of that shit. Those are also chores I make myself do. Self care is a chore. Either I am up and making myself do shit that I don't want to do because people are making me and I am supposed to, or it's phone in bed. There is no secret third thing.
i think being able to identify and deconstruct an irrational feeling should make it go away. i literally solved your riddle puzzle master can u let me OUT the damn TORTURE LABYRINTH
“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.”
— John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
I want my heart to be ripped out so that I can no longer feel this heaviness and sadness that has darkened my heart.
This.
via weheartit
“When you love someone, it’s never over. You move on because you have to, but you take them with you in your heart.”
— Elizabeth Chandler
“When someone is going through a storm, your silent presence is more powerful than a million, empty words.”
— Thema Davis