stories of the mind

“You’ve got to believe in the poetry. Because everything else in your life will fail you. Including yourself.”

[myownscript]

Handwritten

I feel that hand written poems are more intimate than anything else.

You create your emotions with your own heartbeat and mind.

Telling a story with the curvature of your letters and harshness of the lines.

Breathing life into the pencil, you speak through strings and your stencil.

It is you on that paper. No one else.

[myownscript]

ik im heartbroken fr bc im crying at work unsolicited

[myownscript]

still coming to terms with the fact that you’re not going to give your heart in the same way I still want to give you mine

[myownscript]

There are still days

where I wish to come home to you

to see your sleeping face

Your skin inviting me as your body rests against the sheets

But you’re not waiting up for me anymore

and

I don’t know what to do with myself

— 7/21/26 / 06:16

[myownscript]

[myownscript]

I miss the way you held me at night, slipping into the astral plane to the sounds of your sleep

[color-palettes]

do you ever think that you’re going to have a good day until you’re suddenly assaulted by The Bad Thoughts™ - Submitted by: fastman27

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[myownscript]

my heart still calls to you in the middle of the night

[myownscript]

[myownscript]

“In those days, I wore pigtails and bossed my older brother around and managed, always and no matter what, to get As in school. I was ambitious, though I didn’t know exactly what I was shooting for. Now I think it’s one of the most useless questions an adult can ask— What do you want to be when you grow up?

As if growing up is finite. As if at some point you become something and that’s the end.”

— Michelle Obama, Becoming

[myownscript]

I still wear your clothes like armor on days when I miss you more

[philosophyquotes]

“Silence is also conversation.”

— Ramana Maharshi

[heldbynight]

I don’t fear death,

I fear loving you

so deeply,

that even my bones

remember.

[lszv]

At least i know we’ll be looking at same moon together

[remanence-of-love]

[myownscript]

There’s many days where I crave you

many nights where I cry for you

I miss you

I love you

I still love you so deeply

it scares me

how you reach into me endlessly

You grip my soul so effortlessly

I only crave your presence

I crave the safety of your arms around me

Your laughter in the morning

Your eyes in the sunlight

Your voice in the moonlight

I reach for you

the safe space we created and call home

my fingertips begging for your skin

your scent once more

the only anecdote I know

I never wanted this, to be this way

why do I betray myself

why couldn’t I just let you love me, why

now I can only hope

you come back home

Pray you catch me whispering

Pray you catch me listening

Pray you catch me

Then I remember what you said to me last December

[myownscript]

I have found the paradox

if you love until it hurts

there will be no more hurt

only more love

— Mother Theresa