The most heartbreaking, bitter sweet truth is - it will always be you. I will continue to love you from afar, quietly. I will cheer you on, and hope that you find everything you've ever wanted, even if I'm not part of it. We will never speak again, and my name will never pass through your mind, and I will learn to be okay with that. As long as you're happy. As long as you find everything you have ever wanted. I will take all my pain, swallow it down, and nestle it in my rib cage, hidden from the world. I will not burden anyone else with this ache. It is mine to carry, for all of my days. And that is okay.
dear you - love, (ds)
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love has little to do with blood relations/ and more to do with who you choose to bleed for
Trista Mateer, Aphrodite Made Me Do It
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i whisper deep, dark wishes
to the moon
on those cold nights
when i should be talking
to you
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On Political(ized) Life, Kanika Lawton
[ Text ID: Everything I do is out of love; which means / I am constantly splitting myself in half, which / means I am both the knife and the waiting flesh, / urging myself to be gentle, breaking apart instead. ]
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I am the one without hope, the word without echoes,
he who lost everything and he who had everything.
Pablo Neruda ~ White Bee
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'the egg', first born, louise glück
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Sylvia Plath, Poem for a Birthday, 1959
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To yearn for a memory is to breathe underwater - nothing but pain and desperation until your lungs fill with water.
to love you by (ds)
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And yet, as they say,
the heart is a leaf
and the wind makes it throb.
Pablo Neruda, Then Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems (Translated by Forrest Gander)
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i have nothing
to offer anyone
except my own
rot and
sadness
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-grace crnojević, Intimates, 2023.
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