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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
I needed a hug, instead I laughed and made others happy because healing others feels easier than healing yourself.
ā angeltearss0
I wish I could stand between you
and the weather of this world-
take the sharp wind in my chest
before it ever finds your skin.
I would be the quiet shore
your storms run out of strength against,
the place where waves come undone and forget their fury.
If the dark came looking,
Iād scatter light like embers in its path,
teach the night to hesitate,
to soften before it reached you.
You would not have to armor yourself here.
You would not have to brace.
I would learn the language of every hurt
just so I could answer it before it ever spoke your name.
i prefer your silence to echo ...to linger each pause pressing hard against the next to stack without mercy like missed calls lighting up a dark room i want there to be all weight and no air no room to breathe just one long ache ...of knowing of all the things left unsaid buried within the quiet now closing
i want to feel lost unable to find a way through
just like...always
OUT OF HER REACH
She swears sheās fine, but sheās losing the fight, ācause heās out of her reach and wrecking her nights. She touches her pulse like he left it designed, and every breath drags him back into her mind.
She walks through the city hoping heāll appear, every footstep a prayer he might draw near. A streetlight hums softly, almost like a plea, āYou still want me, donāt you?ā he says in memory.
She keeps seeing him; in windows, in air, in the way her heart races when sheās caught unaware. Heās in strangersā faces, in echoes, in signs, a ghost she worships with trembling lines.
She tries to forget, but want isnāt kind, heās out of her hands and sheās out of her mind. She still turns her head at the sound of a name, hoping itās him, hoping itās fate playing her game.
Dear you, I hate you.
But oh how I miss you too.
Like Letterās Lost At Sea
Thereās no way to subtly hide my lust for you, my love.
It grips my thoughts and rages in me.
I would give up everything to be inside of you,
to give in to this primal need for your body, your love.
Iāve lost myself in you.
I dare kiss your feet in worship of your divine beauty.
I feel so heavy with your love.
I want to drown in itālike letters lost at sea,
filled with whispers of passion unfinished.
I need you, more than the need I have for myself.
Take me, for Iām yours in ways that cause me pain,
that choke my breath.
I canāt stop this longing.
This forever need.
I need you to help me find a way
to wake up next to your smile,
because that was the first thing I saw of your face,
and now you are a memory I canāt erase.
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