#missinghim

[mr-bhela]

Wishing he was next to me....

[dawnofrose]

Or so I was told…

[dazykuro]

I'd fallen for someone I barely knew.

Is it possible?

[chaaantonio]

PAIN

Loneliness is controlling me, the pain keeps on swallowing me at night. I even thought of ending everything, just to ease and remove my aches. 

What happened was just so bad. It was nothing intentional but the fact that I ruined someone’s trust and love is unforgivable. 

I don’t know how to act, it is what it is. Life may sometimes throw you struggles to surpass but I feel so left behind in the darkness. 

Wishing for an immediate cure for this wound, but everywhere I got nothing and no one to heal me.

Before, I was proud of myself with being able to write and share inspirational thoughts about life, but my stupidity slaps the door out of me thinking that I am not actually the person who I think I was.

It is almost a weary week now and I’ve been certainly missing him. I always tell him that he’s my lucky one because surprisingly, he simply bumped into my life accompanied by joy and bliss.

Anticipating that this mess shall be over in no time, still happiness is what we are craving for. Hoping for an end of weeping tears.

[fuckingpeachy-poetry]

Coaster

I think we were some kind

Of too good—

So good in fact

That when we started

Feeling everything

We started

Feeling nothing.

[peaches345]

I don't miss him with my whole body anymore. I miss him with that immortal piece of you that never ages. The piece made up of firsts. Always the wide eyed child. I miss him with the heart of a 19 year old girl. I miss him completely and hardly at all. Sometimes I escape to him in a dream. For a moment I forgive him, but my reality is anger. How dare he hold me in the forever he promised, from such a distance.

[bikinigirlwithmachineguns]

El alma tuya se fue donde tú te irás mañana.

Pedro Salinas

[yayodv]

Uno se despide insensiblemente de pequeñas cosas. Lo mismo que un árbol que en tiempo de otoño se queda sin hojas. Al fin la tristeza es la muerte lenta de las simples cosas. Esas cosas simples que quedan doliendo en el corazón....Uno vuelve siempre a los viejos sitios en donde amó la vida y entonces comprende como están de ausentes las cosas queridas. Por eso muchacho no partas ahora soñando el regreso. Que el amor es simple y a las cosas simples las devora el tiempo 💔