Oct 22, 2016
The more I am underestimated, The bigger the flames will be When the ashes to your words raise A fire within me, A desire to strive for nothing less than excellence.
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The more I am underestimated, The bigger the flames will be When the ashes to your words raise A fire within me, A desire to strive for nothing less than excellence.
We were so madly in love, We grew so mad At each other
- an unhealthy relationship
I want you sweet like the taste of your lips, But what comes out of them always seems so vulgar, You are not soft with the grace of a summer breeze, But off-putting like an autumn's gust. Yet I find myself blown away by you. How I wish summer came again, but until then I will find comfort in this sweater weather. - a girl who is settling
I stopped writing when I decided to stop being open to all the beauty and all that was ugly around me. I covered my eyes and closed my heart and didn’t dare let the words I always loved to write expel from my hands because these words would often transform ugly things into poetry and I was tired of tricking myself. Writing makes me feel again, when I write I live what I’m writing all over again in beauty.
I am tired of fighting things that I love out of fear; people, writing, following my dreams and God forbid feeling. It takes courage to live. Instead I need to and want to feel all of it; the crazy, the wild, the passion, a child’s curiosity, the pure joy, the tender sadness, the raging anger. I want to be inspired by life again. I stopped being inspired the day I closed myself off from feeling things in assumption that it would give me strength. Instead it was a slow suicide of my artistry.
This whole generation seems to be “emotionally unavailable”.
It’s a strange kind of torture to be an introvert in an extroverted world.
I will love you until I no longer.
And then one day it’s going to hurt to breathe, It’s going to take everything inside you to not cry, It will physically hurt as you feel your soul separating from his. And here begins the process of becoming strangers again.