Haven

[motojane]

[sweaterweathergrl]

You deserve just as much to ask for help, as you are to ask for forgiveness from yourself without question.

[sweaterweathergrl]

Summers once more, warm. Non fleeting into the months. Settling with the storm. Faun huddled with kin, fronts- the orange hues of you. Streams and rocks. quiet in their wake, true.

[sweaterweathergrl]

August is to let go of the strain of summer, falling into a new type of grief. A mourning of what was lost, to what could be, a terrible linger of bitterness.

[sweaterweathergrl]

Goodnight to those who find beauty in each sadness.

[sweaterweathergrl]

Is what you believe defines your worth, truly more promising than me?

[sweaterweathergrl]

Sometimes I feel like I am retelling a story that is not my own. A fraud in my own sorrow. A cry that isn’t mine. All I have left is a broken plea. A plea to my unrelenting mind.

[lemondropsandchimney]

As I'm getting older, I'm starting to lose my understanding of love. Love used to be more simple and understandable, but now my head cannot really picture it clearly.

[sweaterweathergrl]

I crave an understanding of every sentence spoken. I breathe in every syllable that leaves your lips. Pray to comprehend the form of your thoughts at conception.

[sweaterweathergrl]

I want your violence.

[echoesoftheinfinite]

Sometimes you think you want to die, but then you find yourself in the middle of the night, in the dark, lying in bed. You hear the sounds around you, observe the things that surround you, even if it's just a wall, the ceiling, a door, a window. Even the silence, which might sometimes seem frightening, reveals itself to be peaceful and comforting. Whether alone or with someone close, you feel sad because you don’t want to lose that strange feeling, and you fear that it will end. Sometimes you even wish it could last forever. Even if you don’t always feel this way, I believe that, deep down, we don’t really want to die. Maybe we just want to find a way to live without pain or that awful feeling that there is nothing worth living for. A purpose to keep going and still feel alive. I’m not sure about everything, but I feel that these small moments are one of my reasons for still wanting to stay, even when life is tough.

[echoesoftheinfinite]

Made to love, but not to be loved; made to understand, but not to be understood; always the poet, never the poetry.

[sweaterweathergrl]

[sweaterweathergrl]

Ribs hallow and warm. You nip, budding flesh of my palm. Warmth, trickling throug. The rabbit curls, bearing forlorn. Soft in jaws, hold me

[elizabethsinclair]

love elizabeth s.

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”