[remanence-of-love]

[vlry-rtz]

"A veces me siento como esta plantita… sigo de pie, aunque me falte el cuidado que merezco. Crezco sola, con cicatrices, con hojas marchitas, pero todavía con vida. 🌱💔"

[thequietconstellation]

You ruined me.

How could you?

I gave you my name,

my softness,

the keys to every locked room.

But worse than that,

I let you.

I pressed my throat

against your teeth

and called it love.

Isn’t that what love is?

Forging a weapon in your own blood,

placing it gently in another’s hand,

and hoping they will never strike?

You ruined me.

But I ruined myself more

believing trust was a shield,

when it was always

a blade.

[thequietconstellation]

-The Knife

I thought of hurting you back.

To rip the knife from my ribs

And thrust it into you.

To watch you bleed as I bled,

To see your tears drip down

Mirroring my own.

I wanted to carve my name

Into your heart as a wound.

But I can’t.

The knife stays embedded

In my chest.

Your heart is unscarred,

While mine bleeds your name

In a pattern I cannot unlearn.

Despite my lament, this is true:

I only ever knew how to love you.

(I trace the hilt of the knife just to remember the feeling of your touch.)

[haelunara]

I fell for the person you were at the start only to realize that's what you were not.

[nostalgiekarussell]

You came just like a tornado

not knowing where is next to go

your eyes blurred every stranger's face

while yours was filled with excitement's grace

your hands erased what "touching" held

eliminating all touches I've ever felt

your dancing words pushed dots away

left me begging and whining and for more to pray

your lips buried salt still stuck to my thighs

and filled me with love and taste and opened my eyes

your syllables made "guilt" and "shame" foreign

and made me understand why I was never inside the frame

seing me, you made me see I've never been seen

deserving only kindness and respect and nothing in between

and though sometimes you'd choke me breathless

and let me gasp for air, just reckless

your piano keys still showed my favorite canopies

and though some days you'd make me silent

and threw claims at me that were oh, so violent

you screaming bye was my most hurting lullaby

You left just like a tornado

leaving me not knowing where is next to go

your eyes gifted my eyes your shadowed sight

while you're moaningly resting in his bed at night

your hands gave mine shaking so much things are falling

while at night in ecstasis, all yours do is bawling

your dancing words made my words love hide and seek

while your words dance in trance around his cheek

your lips taught my lips the song of self-hatred

while your lips whitely drip all over his sacred bed

your syllables left hate and disgust for those men

while you fuck them again and again and again

You tore me into nothing but a tornado

leaving me wondering where is next to go

[stay-close]

“Don’t ask yourself what you did wrong or how you could have done it differently. Don’t waste your valuable heart and mind trying to figure out why he did what he did. Or thinking back on all the things he said, and wondering what was the truth and what was the lie. The only thing you need to know is that it’s really good news: He’s gone.”

— Greg Behrendt, He’s Just Not That Into You

[thehopefulquotes]

“Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.”

— Daniell Koepke

[misterpoet333]

dawn

becomes

communion

warming my

soul

with kind

sky

as persona

[notfavghost]

You aren’t just beautiful. You are particular. The way morning light catches your cheekbone, the way your fingers fidget when you’re thinking — it’s not beauty I love, it’s you. And no one else is you.

[qvotext]

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Pablo Neruda

[quotefeeling]

“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”

— Charles Bukowski

[shisasan]

Oh God, I’m so tired. 6 July, 1927 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

[lanndscape]

[nixscriptum]

[thoughtkick]

“You had to be that person to become this one.”

— Rupi Kaur

[nixscriptum]