#poetries

[angeldevil11]

[aphonicchaos]

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947

[loserpumpkin]

I loved you without meaning to, without wanting to.

Without knowing the exact moment when I stopped being mine and became a little bit yours.

One day I just woke up and you were everywhere.

In the laughter that echoed at dawn.

In the silence that turned into home at night.

In every thought I never asked for but carried you within.

I loved you in your eyes, in your voice.

In the way the world seemed to pause just to see you smile.

I loved you in your soul.

In that quiet place where you kept both your calm and your storms.

And then you left.

And with your leaving, something broke that I never learned how to fix.

Since then I have walked with one piece missing.

A hollow where your laughter used to live.

I think of you every day, in the sunrises we never shared.

In the coffee that cools without your words.

In the nights when dreams look too much like your memory.

Sometimes I close my eyes and swear you are still here.

That if I reached out, your fingers would brush against mine.

And though I know that’s not true, sometimes just imagining it is enough to keep breathing.

If one day you decide to come back, you know where the key is.

And if you don’t find me waiting by the door, it’s because I got lost somewhere trying to forget you.

But even then, my love will still be there, clinging to the air.

To the sky, to everything you ever touched.

Because even as life moves on, even as the world changes.l

I’m still here, loving you.

In the silence, in the distance, in the invisible eternity of having known you.

I love you. Always.

[shritikaaa]

[wordlessea]

If this is love, I don’t want it.

[floralpoeticss]

I exist in two places. here, and where you are.

Margaret Atwood

[inkcobwebs]

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

- Sarah Kane, Complete Plays; from 'Crave'