“A heart that keeps holding on will ache, no matter how many seasons pass.”
What is treasured well will always dwell, though it stiches through my heart, one step to far, and nothing ever will break it apart.
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“A heart that keeps holding on will ache, no matter how many seasons pass.”
What is treasured well will always dwell, though it stiches through my heart, one step to far, and nothing ever will break it apart.
Bothersome beast, comforting friend
I was never the only poem—
just the one he finished
before starting another.
An end? In a heart?
saddest part of loving a poet!
I was never the only poem—
just the one he finished
before starting another.
i'm trying
“When you love someone, it’s never over. You move on because you have to, but you take them with you in your heart.”
— Elizabeth Chandler
“I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.”
— Uma Thurman
Damn, I loved you like my favorite part; I thought I found another heart.
Just once, I want to hold your hands and feel my heart come alive.
I want to hug you until my arms grow weak and I’m forced to let go of you.
I want to drown you in love until it takes our breath away.
And when I do, I want you to know that every ounce of my affection was born from pain; raw, unguarded, and real.
I don’t want perfection; I want the chaos of us, the silence between words, the trembling pulse that reminds me you’re still here.
If love is meant to hurt, then let it be this; beautiful, unbearable, and ours.
But deep down, I know this love will never work, because one of us is a coward, and that’s me.
I was too afraid to love you loudly, too scared to shatter the boundaries.
I let fear speak louder than my heart. I hid behind silence when I should’ve spoken, behind the shade when I should’ve stayed.
And now, all I have left are words I never said and a love that never got the chance to live. I’m left loving you in the quiet;
a love that stays caged inside my chest.
How could I ever know if I still cross your mind, even for a heartbeat?
Do you see a life where we grow old side by side?
Do you believe in choosing one person and staying?
Do you want slow mornings and long evenings,
walks without a destination,
silence that feels full because I’m there?
I have dreams, and I have days with none at all
I just know I want both with you.
So tell me, simply,
do you want to do life together?
Wish it were as simple as that.
A man too calm,
A girl too chaotic,
Him listening,
Her blabbering,
Him staring at her in peace,
Her touching him in comfort,
He hates coffee,
She loves coffee,
Two cups of coffee on the table,
Both empty!
Isn’t it this simple? I question again ? Isn’t love this simple?
I truly appreciate kindness. I appreciate a quick message, I appreciate those who ask me if I’m okay, I appreciate every person in my life who has tried to brighten my days a little.
Oh, to be someone's calm amid their chaos!
We are all glass, pretending to be stone.