miki 🦋 @stonedglasss - Tumblr Blog

“your perception of me is a reflection of you. my reaction to you is an awareness of me.”

— via @wizdomly

have you ever felt so lost that you don't know where to start? falling like a fool again, even though he has no heart? immersed in his being, lies I'm believing, he cuts me deeper yet he says I'm not bleeding. how could we have traveled so far apart, missing you so deeply I pour the longing into art. demons we hide, quick fixes in which we confide, yet here we are at the end, you don't want to be with me again. I don't know how to be alone, how to let you go, but I'm going to have to, I already know. pain so familiar it aches in my chest, echos of goodbyes, taking time to rest. passion is gone, hollowed inside, don't know how I let you drain me, I can't look at your eyes. hazel shades of a soft honey brown, love I wasn't looking for, but you were who I found. became your safe space, your comfort zone and more, all you gave me was scraps off the floor. moving on hurts me in ways I've never felt, all the while I was just another notch on your belt. please don't leave me I can't do this on my own, but I've already lost you, your feelings turning into stone. stranded in the cold, no place left to go, used to call you my home, never felt this low. so so lost.

#excerpt from a book i'll never write #i still love you

can-i-give-up-now-please

The thing is, I know I can survive.

I've done it before, I can do it again.

But why should I have to?

I don't want to.

06.08.2020

theconcealedweapon

Step 1: Traumatize people to the point that they use drugs to cope.

Step 2: Use their drug use as evidence that they're moral failures and deserve the trauma.

ihat3ev3rything

Some do drugs, others go out for a run, but at the end we’re all just searching for that tiny space, perhaps a hole, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality of the world.

htvpgenny

The problem was that I was way too available for you. You knew you could come and go as you pleased. You knew that I’d always answer my phone. You knew that I’d always let you back in. I was a sure bet, your safe place, and maybe that’s were I messed up

bun-of-a-kind

One day, I'll have a space of my own. I'll lay each brick on the foundation of peace. I'll adorn the walls with nothing but sweet memories and acoustic music. I will sweep away all the trauma and wash away the nights spent in a pool of my own tears. There will be happiness- swirled in with the sunlight- reaching out to every corner. Plants and positivity nurtured into each day. A place where the smell of coffee and safety owerpowers any toxicity. Where love, is like the touch of a warm blanket I can always reach out to. Where hearts, like the pets, are free and voices low, like dripping honey. Whether I'm in the high of solitude, or with other beating hearts, there will be no space for anger, pain or fear. One day, my life will be a sweet breeze of autumn to make up for all the storms I face today.