My Fire, Pen, And Paper… Poetry, Stories, Feeling.

[nessa-lovely]

I don’t think about you as much as I used to, it’s more of mental clarity than of fond memories and then there were none. My mind constantly blurring your face…

[nessa-lovely]

It’s hard to forgive people that hurt you, that continue to hurt you and call it love.

It’s like throwing acid on your skin.

[nessa-lovely]

What is normal?

[nessa-lovely]

🖤

[nessa-lovely]

I like to study the person before I take the first bite 💋

[nessa-lovely]

🫣😝💋

[nessa-lovely]

No nos dejemos de querer nunca 🖤🥺

[recaption]

[nessa-lovely]

[nessa-lovely]

🩸💋

[nessa-lovely]

While you’re out there playing games someone is winning her heart.

Be careful how you play with someone’s emotions, someone’s heart like if it were a toy,

You know some of us don’t come back. 💋

[nessa-lovely]

The difference between you and I;

You hide from pain while I face it,

I live it, I breathe it, I am sorounded by it,

You run from it, you escape it, you are made a slave by it and meanwhile I embrace it.

My heart bleeds and yours is to scared to feel anything.

Immortallyric

[nessa-lovely]

👅

[nessa-lovely]

Fall deep 🖤

[nessa-lovely]

Signed in blood

Sometimes it’s easier to explain your pain to someone else than to the person who caused it. We love blindly sometimes so innocently and we think we are loved back the same way. We never think that this beautiful person we love so much could someday hurt us. Could someday be a stranger so foreign so unrecognizable that they become darkness.

All the loving words they once spoke turned to hate all the promises they made turned to lies. The idea of forever becomes a cage. We convince ourselves that we can somehow fix it but meanwhile we are breaking ourselves in the process. We let that person judge us, scorn us, transform us to something different. A person that gives excuses that wants to please to save love and to preserve it to how it first was. Hold on to the memories, the image in our mind of how special they were and how good they made us feel. So we fall prey to their mercy and hand them our key to our heart so they can continue to rip it apart piece by piece and convince you that everything that is wrong is you.

He said he loved me while blood ran down my face; I finally saw him, Him, He wasn’t love…

🩸

Immortallyric

[nessa-lovely]

💙

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