#spilledlove

[yohaneskabes]

SECRET LOVE 

I wasn’t there

But Love is still flying 

To you, my destination will be

I want to hold, carrying, saving 

No matter what 

You are the reason

You’re the one,  what I miss most

The heart will be full of you soon

The bird is fly away 

The sound so crazy right here 

Away, but i don’t want away 

So far, but still believe will be there 

You are the scene in my mind 

The great actor in memory 

My Fantasy

My Mood 

Yohanes Kabes - Hiding Romance | August 02, 2020

[nostalgicforthe1990s]

You can’t just let things go, because you’re not the one causing someone pain - he is, he’s causing you pain. So when you argue and bicker he’s always okay because you’ve never hurt him, he’s always the one hurting you. You’re always the one to go to bed with tear stung eyes and an aching heart. You’re the one that wakes up the next day with open wounds that haven’t healed yet He can forget and let go because he isn’t hurting, he hasn’t felt the pain of your knife plunging into him, because you’d never stab him. You can’t forget about the words he spits at you because there’s always truth in them, he wouldn’t say them if he didn’t mean them.

So when he comes home at 3am expecting a warm bed and heart to cuddle up to, you won’t be there - you will be this time, but as time passes and things worsen, one day, he’ll return to an empty room, vacant of any trace of you - the same way your heart will be vacant of him.

We’ll be a fine line

[jellyfishconnoisseur]

I would like one day

Free of being told

Not

To be

Me

[yoiyabanana]

How to Make a Storm

The storms were raging, so was my heart and throat. It was a bad night and my pillows were just as soaked. Although I was pretty sure that the heavy rain was beyond my window, it sure felt like the harsh winds were ready and strong enough any time to blow. I heard the rain pour on every street, but lanes of memories in my head were louder than each of the thunder beat. I got up and reached out for some light, but it seemed like the weather has dimmed almost my every night.

I prayed and I prayed… and looked for answers that the rain could not have made. I said, “It must have been me,” “my shortcomings and everything that I failed to see.” But today, thankfully, the storm passed a bit and it moved further away from me. Maybe it was a work of both the heavens and the sea, with the sun and the clouds deciding that they will leave us be.

“No, my darling, it takes two to make the skies better,” so I was reminded by the heavens as the clouds changed to form and letters. It was as if that even though I seemed forgetful of our every season’s flow, it was you who chose to already let me go. 

You told me how sad you were in summer with only empty conversations and deserted vacations. So now, you would rather have us soaked in the storm without each other. In fall, know that it was never my intention not to call. Your rest in that season was more important to me and that is truly all. Understand that I would always rather have you beside me thru any of it and even all. Came winter and all the good things froze – even your heart did, when mine was simply searching for a refuge and its home. 

We forgot to talk through the struggles and all the hard feelings that grew bigger as seasons went old...and these, these made all the storm.

[ifiwereapoem]

“A new kind of pain. A new kind of love. A new kind of silence. A new kind of excitement. This time I hope the pain is unbearable, so we don’t ever think of parting. This time I hope this love is not the butterfly kind, the type of love that makes you too nervous to say the truth and too worried to do what you want. This time I hope the silence is as comfortable as breathing, and maybe, even more, I hope we won’t try to fill every minute with words. I hope we are content with the silence, the pain, and the love. This time I hope our eyes linger on each other a bit more to realize what my lips can’t say. This time I hope my tongue doesn’t feel monotonic when I say I love you. This time I hope my heart never gets to see your back walking away from me.

ifiwereapoem

[jellyfishconnoisseur]

I’m dropping hints like bread crumbs

Dangerously

And in denial

[jellyfishconnoisseur]

Dear god please give me a humble place

In which I may plainly

Exist

[jellyfishconnoisseur]

I took your worship for granted

Please come home