Never knew the word Goodbye could scatter my heart into pieces. Just 1 word, could made me cry over you.
It still hurts, but life is supposed to hurt. Too many people think life is supposed to be easy and perfect all the time. But there is always some hurt. It’s part of being alive. You have to accept it’s a piece that every single person carries. It’s what makes us human.
I didn’t say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him go right out the door.
I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I’m tired of drowning.
I think I feel it
The nimble, fleeting emotion
That novels and authors desperately
Try to convey in ink and heart blood
Whose shadow festers in the loins
Of teenagers and their insatiability
The hidden thing none of us can see
Yet we all disagree what it looks like
If only it were love… simple, infinite love
But this was more, this was bloodshot madness.
I knew it was going to hurt. No one sends such a long text, using so many words just to say “I love you.
Sometimes you like to keep things bottled up, but that is not the best policy.
S’en est allée l’amante
Au village voisin malgré la pluie
Sans son amant s’en est allée l’amante
Pour danser avec un autre que lui
Les femmes mentent mentent
It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.
You are whole today, looking back at fragments of the past. Such a hollow foundation for such a powerful person.