So Emotional

Pathos: A quality that envokes sadness or pity (rp blogs are free to reblog posts unless stated otherwise!)

[pathosmusings]

I'm here I'm there

I'm everywhere

But you can't catch me now

[sa-dnesss]

“I feel like I am so far behind in life that I will never catch up. Everyone is doing so many things with their lives. I am just here. Frozen. I have been a ghost for years. I wonder if that is all I will ever be.”

—

[pathosmusings]

Can I do it?

(I can run)

I could do it

(I could run)

Should I do it?

(I should run)

I should do it

(I should run)

And so I ran

[pathosmusings]

Just fade a w a y

Please let me s t a y

Caught in your w a y

I could live forever h e r e

[pathosmusings]

How can I believe

when this cloud hangs over

me?

[pathosmusings]

There's nothing left to lose

((but my mind and all the things I wanted))

[pathosmusings]

I am genuinely a bad person.

I don't understand why you like me.

[rpmusings-galore]

          it still hurts underneath 

                             my  ( scars )

                  from when they pulled me apart

[pathosmusings]

If passion is a flame, then hope is the fuel.

I’m out of fuel, and it’s getting cold in here.

[pathosmusings]

You hurt them

They were hurt by you

They claimed forgiveness, but I am doubtful

[pathosmusings]

You might make everyone happy

but you're dead inside

just like me

[pathosmusings]

We have a lot more in common with than you would be calm with

It's like we're the same person, me and you

We both don't know what we can do

[pathosmusings]

This is what happens when you leave it to someone else

if you want it done right

you should do it yourself

[pathosmusings]

I can feel my heart b r e a k i n g mistakes I've been making I'm running out of patience to pretend This isn't how I'll let it end my feigning fading

[firstfullmoon]

“we regret, again, to inform you that your poem did not remind us of anyone we have loved we read your poem to someone who we had once kissed and their entire memory vanished we read your poem to our mothers and we became a little more unborn with each line”

— Hanif Abdurraqib, “Poems From An Email Exchange,” published on Medium (via bostonpoetryslam)

[pathosmusings]

I will kill all your friends and family to remind you of my love

[pathosmusings]

I think the line is "and what am I to do if something disastrous comes in to find me?"

Ah, thanks. Original posted was edited