The Sun

she/her ⭐️ enfj italian writer, storyteller 💜 passionate about any form of art ❤️‍🩹

[softlyartsy]

you’re nowhere to be found. did you let me fade away? just like the glitters on my face

[softlyartsy]

I can feel the image of you fading in my mind, like it did when I looked at you last time:

my eyes were full of tears and your smile was blurry.

I caressed your wrist, but I can’t remember the softness of your skin.

[softlyartsy]

i can remember it, now. i wish i didn’t.

[softlyartsy]

At least, I can say I felt you one last time: on the eyes, on the mouth, on the soft, warm skin (the one I used to call my homeland). There's one thing left, that surely I can't say: whether feeling the touch of your soul was a reward or a punishment. “It was the last time”, I repeat to myself, as I watch my own body tear me to shreds.

[softlyartsy]

I crave the feeling of your soul reflecting in mine.

[softlyartsy]

I should say it clearly, without any metaphor to sweeten it:

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you everyday.

[softlyartsy]

you’re the wound that still bleeds.

i carry this torment everywhere i go

[softlyartsy]

what i’ve seen, i think you’re seeing it too

someway, somewhere.

[softlyartsy]

if you are the sun, there’s no life where your shine doesn’t lay

[softlyartsy]

i embroidered you under my skin

[softlyartsy]

I can't allow myself to stop the ride, get off and start thinking. Because I know I would think about you. It’s always about you, even when it isn’t.

[softlyartsy]

there’s no corner on the earth where i could escape from your ghost.

free me, leave me. no, i didn’t mean that. please don’t. stay with me. no, go away. love me again. i don’t wanna hurt anymore. i want to hear your voice call my name. i can’t stop remember and remember and remember.

[softlyartsy]

i hope you change your appearance, your way of dressing and the jokes that makes you laugh. i hope you change the voice you use when you firmly believe in what you’re saying, the way you hold a pen, the way you caress your cat on the head, the taste of your favorite tea.

i hope you become a brand new person. in this way, the version of you that loved me, will love me only.

and no one else.

[crackrodent]

Fuck. Thats brilliant. I am broken now.

[softlyartsy]

i cast a spell on you,

but my own curse struck me, instead.

how bittersweet it is

that i’m the one who can't forget you.

[softlyartsy]

im sad because your poetry isnt showing up on my dash :(

Anyway

Do you mind if i use your poetry in my journal

I promise im not posting my journal pages or anything and i can write you credits ❤️

have a wonderful day luv!!

could it be a problem of tumblr? or maybe it’s the fact that i don’t post daily :(

i’m happy my poetry resonates with you at this level 💖 sure!

if you’ll share something in the future i’d prefer it to be with credits 🥹

[softlyartsy]

i’m defeated

by a pair of eyes

that didn’t dare to touch me

[softlyartsy]

I write because that’s the only way I can be not only look at, but seen.

People are so afraid to perceive the well of my soul. It makes me so lonely, so lonely.

I’m the lament of a lullaby,

And I saw you, cover your ears.

That’s why I write:

It's a ruse, a lie.

A way to exist.

[softlyartsy]

i can't go back to who i was before you, your presence has changed me irremediably. every shadow of you that i see on my face, in my voice, in the way i move my body, reminds me that we were real, tangible as the earth. it reminds me that we no longer exist, elusive as the water.