Dark paradise

[remanence-of-love]

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[phraz]

[phraz]

[letsbeapoemtogether]

[echoesoftheinfinite]

I don't think I deserved to be a pawn in a game for two. I don't think I deserved your truth unveiled only once it was through. I don't think I deserved the hollow ring of your “I love you.” I don't think I deserved to be the fallback in the chaos you called a view. I don't think I deserved those cold, detached replies, while I was burning, lost in my own cries. I don't think I deserved to be the last to see. I don't think I deserved October stealing the will from me. I don't think I deserved your "I feel infinite" breath. I don't think I deserved to find that “forever” was just a tale dressed as death. I don't think I deserved to shield your hesitation. And truth be told— you didn’t deserve even my heart’s faint vibration.

— Echoes of the infinite

[christmas-winter]

[christmas-winter]

[christmas-winter]

[christmas-winter]

[f-like-m]

Start

[pintoras]

Helen Allingham (English, 1848 - 1926): A Surrey cottage (via Bonhams)

[subtleclassy]

[rosyy-coosy]

📸 lydsbutler

[subtleclassy]

[rosyy-coosy]

📸 cristinahudacov

[subtleclassy]