#taralove

[m0ve-0n]

The answer.

And finally he didn’t replied to my last message

And I didn’t send again

We just disappear from each others worlds

I used to want to find an answer

But now I realized

there is no need for me to ask

Because when I look back

Every detail is actually

the answer.

[ink-and-oceans]

If I had the courage to let myself fall in love with you and the strength to trust in you, then  I have the courage to let go and the strength to stitch the shattered pieces of my heart back together.

tara love / i was strong enough then. i am strong enough now.

[taralovepoetry]

I’m exhausted  not due to a lack of sleep my bed is warm, my tea brewed fresh.

I’m exhausted by all this noise deafening silences, white lies, and of all the disheartening truth. the flashing lights of rushing traffic and the dark, lonely streets. of joy and inspiration and  emptiness

I’m exhausted by this tiredness that is buried in  my aching bones, that pulses through my every vein, deep into my soul.

I am exhausted and there is no meditation nor medication for the relief i seek. not enough hours in the day for the rest that i need.

[taralovedrafts]

you think it’s funny that we’re afraid of going out alone

you think “unnecessary” “exaggerated” and

“indecent dressing is what we shouldn’t condone”

“it’s late” “it’s because you’re husband’ll know you’re not staying home”

But what if told you that it didn’t matter if i was home

If I was taught that at 14 years old

The room was warm and the blankets were clean and white

From the ache in my thighs to the cover on my eyes

I couldn’t quite grasp at it but I knew it wasn’t right

On a bright Sunday afternoon, my friend Michelle sat crying

For the priest had blessed the then dead man who gave her AIDS

But told her that for her sin, her soul was dying

She had been all turtlenecks and baggy pants

Was it that she hadn’t prayed hard enough, a lack of trying?

[ink-and-oceans]

How do I heal a wound that's still being cut? How do I outrun a knife that follows me wherever I go?

tara love / do i claw my way out of the grave that my spirit has died in?

[ink-and-oceans]

"I didn't mean to and I had drank a bit. I swear it's the distance. You- you were so far away," He stumbled desperately, "what was I supposed to-," "Love me," she whispered, the tears running down her cheeks, "All you had to do was love me."

tara love / was that too much to ask for?

[ink-and-oceans]

Where I see nothing but grey and disappointment, you find colour. Your hands sculpt beautiful art, but you are more breathtaking than any piece. Seeing you looking at the rain, dancing down the street, trying not to laugh. That's how I know divinity exists because no being so lovely could ever have been formed through happenstance. For all the wondrous art your hands form, the greatest gift you could ever bestow is your existence and company.

tara love / i couldn’t ask for more, but you have a tendency to exceed expectations

[ink-and-oceans]

I want love, but constant disappointment has taught me not to put my faith in it.

tara love