Lost Sun

Smut asshole MDNI - 🔞 Only fiction, sometimes gory ♊️

[tikser]

I never loved you

I desired you

We never fucked

We only touched

You never liked me

You liked my attention

I bought you shoes

I got back pain from you

Betrayed by you

Betrayed you too

We never spoke again

We are strangers in the end

~TiK

[ss-writess]

If love is gravity, let me fall, through every silence, past every wall.

Your name’s a comet, bright in the night, burning my darkness into your light.

We’ll steal our dawn from the Milky Way, where stars compose what words can’t say.

If time should fade and suns grow dim, I’ll orbit you at the cosmos’ rim.

For every galaxy, every sky, my heart still finds where you and I lie.

When worlds are dust and constellations roam, you’ll be my universe, and I’ll be your home.

[kyotoprotocols]

[radical-revolution]

[ashesinverses]

A Little Bit

I belonged a little bit everywhere, but nowhere completely. I was a small, replaceable part of a structure far too vast.

I belonged a little to school, a little to my friends, a little here and there, yet never fully.

We were a quartet, but anyone could spot the trio within it.

I was merely a blurred outline beside solid silhouettes, trying to take shape just to fit into the picture somehow.

I am like one of those thousand filler words you can cram into any sentence, yet never the one that fits quite right.

I am a wanderer, without a permanent home, yet constantly searching.

[roua-poemului]

“All I can say is that I am mad about you.”

— Henry Miller, from ‘A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953’

[mydarkawaits]

my heart won't stop craving you ..

[nixscriptum]

[quotefeeling]

“The thing you are most afraid to write. Write that.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

[poetic-questions]

—May Sarton, "Der Abschied"

[poetic-questions]

from "Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932"

[tikser]

A life without loving you

A life where my love finds someone else

I want a life that appreciates my heart

~TiK

[nixscriptum]

[pmamtraveller]

"The motherboard" by takimunk

[throatoftheworld]

The Temptations of Saint Anthony by Bernardo Parentino

[ioshk]

I'm just killing time until time kills me.

[tikser]

I can't write because I begin trembling writing about tragedy

[vexheart]

“I met her when i wasn't looking for love, And I lost her when I loved her the most.”

— Charles Bukowski