People tend to think that loving costs nothing, when in truth, it costs us everything. It is freely given and received, yet it never comes without a price.
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People tend to think that loving costs nothing, when in truth, it costs us everything. It is freely given and received, yet it never comes without a price.
e.v.e.
for l and for m
Our sea is becoming gentle Saw its place in my veins
Ask the four trees They remember their stories We met before I had touched this ground
Your buried thoughts - my pen name Pass by my dreams King of all flowers Hand me my insecurities Let's watch them wither May the mystery of sunshine Visit soon
There is beauty in the breakdown and a method to the madness, and I can show you, if you sit a while with me.
When I start crying
I often find
that I just can't stop,
and I begin to wonder
if anyone has ever drowned
in their bedroom before.
- G.L. Angelone
STARDUST AND DEAD LOVE
i saw constellations in your eyes
and with you
i didn’t see a whole new life
i saw another galaxy
i saw a future like the sky
every opportunity
with you i saw a family
and maybe i just fantasized
the way your eyes
had this way
of defying gravity
and i’d forget
that shooting stars were once alive
but like us they’re just a tragedy
// Ophydia
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routine love. written for @writeblrcafe‘s prompt: "There was a certain comfort to be found in predictability”. Text ID under cut.
heart&bones
shelter my heart and its precious bones.
bird-like in fragility and song.
sing to me in bitter winter notes.
float on the wind and flutter slowly.
shelter my heart and its precious bones.
May I spill the wine that crosses your lips as midnight kisses tantalize my everything? Sleepless nights give way to memories of dawns, as liquor fuels my need and my distractions. I have become aware of the disillusion of my mind's distortions while sands of time strike away at the falling stars, leaving nothing but memories to these starless skies. I remember all of the promises we made when we began this dance and led our future by the hands as epic moments opened up their arms wide to let us in. You have my heart, my soul, my being, though tears may flow, the love between grows, as space opens and welcomes us to the precipice where there is no choice but to fall deeper into me and you.
-H. Murcia 11:28 AM 2/18/2022