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@thenamedz
Skillz
Mentally here.
art, intimacy, romance.
i can’t die
Too many need me
And i need me right now the most
If it means to be uncomfortable
i have to know it’s worth it.
it has to be.
i still believe in love
Despite it all, i still do.
Loving me.
Z
I️ have the habit of writing
About romances and
Believing they’d last forever so
I️ write them to remember
Of a time where love was still
Even for a little while.
Cheers to all the romances,
All of those who couldn’t understand
A woman like me
All of those who couldn’t give me the time
To those who I️ was temporary,
A past time.
And cheers to the one
Who will give everything
To be nothing like the rest.
The one who will evolve beyond a
Romance.
Til then, I’ll let my romances
Live free.
Z
There are times that
I wish time would seize to exist
But it is with time
We blossom into our restless lives
Then die to regenerate new ones.
Life’s worth.
Z
Sometimes death offers to sing to me
To sleep
If I listen long enough
I just might sing along.
Z
My heart is running fast
It's almost out of breath
My lungs are desperate
But with no exclamation
To fill them with oxygen
Maybe this is it
This is when my brain
Decides to
Go.
Z
Speaking with you again.
I smell an aroma of enough
Enough to keep you
To keep me
But I feel short lived
I’m trying to remember how I felt
But I don’t love you like I did before
That lingering thought of you is shorter.
I can live without you
But because my heart still wants you to linger,
In my dungeon you’ll be
Kept away, but still there
And you’ll never roam in my living room again.
Z
I miss my art school so much. I loved-hated it and the majority of the time it made so stressed. But I loved it. I loved it
I never thought I’d ever hear this from anybody But I learned you’re still hurt Still hurt when I broke off what we had Because I deserved more I deserved to express my love for you Openly, with no hesitation I apologized for not loving you The way you deserved I asked if you loved me You said “no” “Just like a friend” I moved on I have let it go You can’t have me back, I did all I could to keep you. Please let me go Because I still love you And you deserve the love you deserve But from me, You’ll have to live without that.
Z (via z-for-short)
It still took years for me to let go of learned pattern’s of behavior that negated my capacity to give and receive love. One pattern that made the practice of love especially difficult was my constantly choosing to be with men who were emotionally wounded, who were not that interested in loving, even though they desired to be loved. I wanted to know love but was afraid to be intimate. By choosing men who were not interested in being loving, I was able to practice giving love but always within an unfufilling context. Naturally, my need to receive love was not met. I got what I was accustomed to getting. Care and affection, usually mingled with a degree of unkindness, neglect, and on some occasions, out right cruelty.
bell hooks (via girlinlondon)
We sat in front of the beach Both of us half dazed from the Negronis we sipped that night We talked and we laughed The beach breeze was chilling But you held me close A shooting star flew by In awe, we wished upon the star. You thought I wished for a kiss I wished for solidarity, for love. A week went by You disappeared. My wish won’t come true with you.
Z (via z-for-short)
I only truly loved once and it was the most fierce love I've ever given. And I'm still seeking to love like that again. Now that I'm wiser, I'll make sure whom ever I love as fierce, will reciprocate that love. I'll continue loving truthfully and wholeheartedly until then. I promised myself to never be bitter again.
Z