Just for fun, maybe

Hi, I've been waiting for you

[titansaresexy]

"So, tell me something about yourself. "

Oh, I once kept a secret so long it fossilized. I can show you: here, the impression it left on my ribs, and here the sediment of each year.

I am both the dig site and the artifiact...

[titansaresexy]

In the end, the only thing I could do was walk away and take every piece of me with me. My silly little laugh, my sarcasm, my moans, my touch and all the love I poured into him without hesitation. I took away my presence, believing that losing it might matter. But what hurts the most is wondering if he even noticed the silence I left behind. If he ever reached for me and felt the emptiness where I used to be. If losing me was a consequence at all, or if I simply disappeared from his life without leaving a wound.

[titansaresexy]

[titansaresexy]

There is something humiliating about bleeding in front of someone and watching them ask you not to stain the floor.

[titansaresexy]

I had known for a long time what was wrong with me. I knew which emptiness inside me would never be filled. The tragedy was not that I suffered, but that I understood the shape of my suffering too well to ever hope against it.

[titansaresexy]

Do not pretend to be a saint when your hands are stained with my blood,

You speak of devotion as if I wasn’t the sacrifice laid beneath your feet,

As if my pain wasn’t the price of your peace.

All this was still fine until I saw you washing your hands and pretending the blood wasn’t even mine.

-@triyanwrites (ig)

[titansaresexy]

The Age of Quiet Things...

There comes a cruel silence after twenty-six. A silence no one warns you about.

You begin to understand why some people disappear halfway through their degrees, why some stop replying, why laughter leaves their mouths like a language they no longer remember.

You understand why a person who once burned with dreams suddenly chooses quiet corners, empty rooms, long drives with no destination.

You start to understand,

The things the soul once begged for, love, tenderness, purpose, touch, become luxuries, you convince yourself You can live without.

Letting go of friendships becomes easy Letting go of the love of your life becomes easy, because you cannot imagine anyone choosing you completely. Letting go of dreams becomes easy, because surviving has become exhausting enough.

And the cruelest part is— you still wake up every morning.

Still smile when spoken to. Still say “I’m fine.” Still carry groceries, answer texts, go to work.

While something inside you quietly dies.

That is when you finally understand why some people change. Why some people go silent forever. Why some people stop living long before they are gone.

The body remains. But the soul… The soul sits by the window somewhere, waiting for a version of life That never came.

[titansaresexy]

His love was woven from promises, dancing on our tongues with every kiss. But mine bled in hues of greys across crimson floors, searching for the traces of the love he swore existed the last time our lips met.

[titansaresexy]

blue-throated*

(adj) full of words that would ruin everything if spoken.

[bloombound]

[nixscriptum]

[threespringspoet]

Words by: @thesanitysipper

[vexheart]

This

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[titansaresexy]

I was talking to an old friend the other day, catching up with life and the mysteries of it. I told him i have been struggling with anxiety like I had when I was young, confession to the sins of my choices, admitting eating has been rather difficult for me.. he looked at me and asked; where do you feel it? A simple question I have never been asked before.. My stomach I said...

[titansaresexy]

I would never envy her..

I would never envy another woman that you love.

I know in the beginning she will feel like someone finally struck a match in all the dark places she tried to keep hidden.

I know she will tell her friends that she found the one, she will wake up one day and feel like all her love is finally being poured back into her.

Until.. you poke holes in the bottom of her feet, and she spends the rest of her life bleeding on the floors she once called home.

i know how the poison arrives, dressed as relief, I know you will tell her that she is the one, love her just enough to keep her standing on her bleeding floors, until she learns to shrink inside your wounds.

And when she finally gathers enough evidence of her own pain, you will call ger crazy while noticing the smoke while she burns.

So, No. I will not envy her. I will recognize her, I will grieve for her in a way a survivor grieves when they pass a wreckage.

i will grieve her like a sister, because people don't survive loving someone like you twice.

camronspoetrycollections

[titansaresexy]

"but you have become so weary of me.

so weary.

That - I felt wearisome of my being

And you need not grant me any of your reasoning.

As I have had no talents for earning affection.

But Today....

I felt your weariness at the slightest twitch of my bring. "

Nari

[titansaresexy]

when I realized at that moment that I am cold inside, no matter how much I pretend to be emotional with people, it is all a lie a lie and I do not feel anything at all.