I will never forgive myself for the way I begged you to love me.
-Poetry At Most
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Today, I asked myself if it would still hurt to see you in another’s arms; And I wanted the answer to be “no,” but I’m not all that good at lying anymore, and I’m much too old to keep playing pretend.
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{Tumblr User: @poetryatmost (x)/ Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps/ Franz Kafka, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923/ Anne Sexton, Live or Die; from 'Imitations of Drowning'/ Emily Dickinson, from "No crowd that has occurred" (Poem #515), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson/Franz Kafka, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913/ Tumblr User: @poetryatmost/ Listy Tamtego Lata, from Letters of Summer Past/ Carlie Hoffman, from "High Bridge Park," published in Gulf Stream/ Alex Dimitrov, from "Love," in Love and Other Poems}
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The first week of August hangs at the very top of the summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for after.
“August arrived with a set of razor teeth, and I wasn’t ready. I was never ready.”
Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting / tumblr: poetryatmost/ Mary Oliver, August
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what a horrible thing
to always think
about someone
a loved one
but never be able
unlike in fables
to be by their side
only in my mind
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Based off of this post by @poetryatmost
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quote from @poetryatmost
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She. - Poetryatmost
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I love you for every reason, and also for no reason at all.
-Poetry At Most
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I made a lot of mistakes that year, and I wish I could say that it all happened for a reason. I wish I could say I understand it all now. But the truth is, there were some things that I never grew from. Some things that only brought pain, and no grand lesson... except maybe the knowledge that I was strong enough to survive them.
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She
She was not fragile like a flower;
She was fragile like a bomb.
Originally shared to Facebook by PoetryAtMost
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Quote by @poetryatmost.
@rowdyhooliganism has been reblogging lots of Gadreel material lately, and it inspired me to make this.
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