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Ive allowed myself to be with a person who genuinely makes me feel like I’m not a cool person, not an interesting person, not a person worthy of being heard. And I think that’s the saddest part of my life. I’ve forgotten how fun of a person I am. How much I deserve attention. How much someone would be willing to lend me their ear, not out of obligation, but out of joy.
I miss that.
One of my biggest regrets Was being too insecure To see you loved me, Maybe more than I’ll ever know.
Photography by Brandon Kidwell
For years I was ashamed, that I couldn’t draw pictures Forgetting that words were also art And that the swirls I make on a page Are just as imperative As any painter has ever made.
Painting “Filled With Joy” by Destiny Womack
Not being able to trust your own thoughts Because you never know what you’ll think the next moment Is a special kind of hell. When you don’t even trust yourself, Who else is there to believe in?
Photography by Kylie Parks
My life is a series of obsessions Strung along by Brief moments of sanity.
Photography by Gruet Florian
Obsession is the only thing that sparks my creativity A preoccupation with the object of my desire All-consuming to the point of destruction And then as if by magic I forget.
Artwork by Eliana Marinari
So jealous and possessive Of every boy I’ve ever touched And every man I’ve ever loved.
I do not own rights to this photo.
You are one thing my mind could never forget Hopped up, you take the lucidity away The fear, my anxiety washes from me I have you on my lips and for a moment The world falls silent.
Artwork by Victor M Gente Bastarda on flickr.
Has life felt for others What these last weeks have felt for me? Such perplexity and tangling in my mind Disorientation in my soul Unsettling in my unconcious.
Artwork by Roby Dwi Antono
I felt you last night while I was praying I said your name in my head and then An immense pressure I’d never felt Wrapping around my torso Pulling me in Clutching my face Pushing into me I didn’t turn around I didn’t want it to end Because I knew, I’d never feel this again.
I don’t own rights to the photograph.
Will I continue to covet you for a lifetime? Continue to yearn for your body next to mine Lust after you from here right now Until the end of my road? I should give up now And let you go But you make it impossible To drop everything I’ve held in imagination When you keep appearing Right when I tell myself to forget.
I do not own photography credit.
Would it be a sin to look into your eyes And tell you all the places My tongue would trace Had there been no obstacles To me loving you.
I do not own artwork or photo credit.
You’ve inspired a hole in my heart for so long I’ve become used to living empty Who knew you’d leave such an impression In a world that has so plenty.
Photo Credit: JMFenner91 on DeviantArt
Getting my hands on you Will be a lascivious affair Why does my body always want you When you’re no longer there?
I do not own photo credit.
So often I think about All the ways you hurt me Not even considering How much pain I caused you.
The more I hurt you The more you pulled away Leaving me reeling Out of ignorance.
My fighting demons was no excuse To destroy the soul I love More than any other on this Earth.
Artwork credit does not belong to me but please let me know if you are aware of the original artist because I am obsessed.
We always seem to meet up, You and me, At the worst time. With minds and bodies broken From the sheer wear of life.
Have you been waiting for me All these years? Hoping I appear in a crowded room Just so you can catch a glimpse Of my eyes on yours.
When will we drop our armor Call a stalemate And just fall into each other’s arms? From absolute exhaustion From breaking one another’s hearts For so long.
I do not own the rights to this photograph.
Once you begin To release your old identity, Shed your old skin Without conflict; Finding yourself becomes A beautiful journey.
Art Print by KylaRoseArt’s UK Etsy Shop.