Bruv

[nixscriptum]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– Jay Vespertine

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[elizabethsinclair]

elizabeth s.

[remanence-of-love]

[mournfulroses]

Alfred de Musset, from a translated letter to George Sand, featured in «Ô mon George, ma belle maîtresse...»: Lettres

[cottaegecore]

sylvia plath

[sleepygirlsia]

"it was a long time ago.

it doesn't matter anymore.

and yet i cannot let it go.

i cannot let it go."

— sylvia plath

[elizabethsinclair]

- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.

[whirriscool]

im slowly losing it

[lunamonchtuna]

— Sylvia Plath, from The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956 (via lunamonchtuna)

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath

[mournfulroses]

Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women : a world poetry anthology

[staysxft]

Please sit down

this conversation shouldve gone differently

I should've been honest

I should've mentioned

it all before,

but I was unsure

because I never wanted to lose you

You came back before

first as a dream,

then as yourself.

And everything I promised

myself that I would never do

was sitting before me.

"I thought our love was different"

is a bell frequently

ringing in my mind

Sometimes in moments of reflection

Sometimes as a way to harm.

But it was different

beautiful and bewildering

Because never would I yearn this deeply

for anyone else.

[feral-ballad]

Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman: Poems; "Bay Poem from Berkeley"

[staysxft]

But wait

I’ve made a mistake

When you were sitting there

I thought it was done

And I thought it was just commitment

That I wanted

But even trying

Seems forced

I bought this house for us

Before I thought you’d come back

I spent years missing you

Just to turn around

And do it again

But the damage is done

So now the punishment has to fit

The crime

[staysxft]

Another poem for Cisco

It is in moments of silence

when I heard your voice the loudest

your raspy voice shouting at me

loving and soulful

I think of you

in every moment

but now there are only flowers

and a bag of ashes

on the kitchen counter

waiting for your urn

you were my reason to live

when I thought I shouldn't anymore

through the mania

and the days glued to my bed

you were there

I can still hear you stomping toward me

excited to greet me

but now the faucet is running

and the house is quiet

all I can think about

is the part of my heart

you took with you

and now I wait for your flowers

to bloom

So I can admire you again

I dont know how to get through

this life

without you

My crunchy Cisco girl

there will never be another like you