Forwarded from 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡
i am writing to you from a place that burns,
with a body that has loved you too much.
i am writing this in hope that you burn too.
i am writing to you from the trojan war.
i am writing myself as a gift.
a horse made of wood
with a belly bred for war.
with a body that has loved you too much.
i am writing this in hope that you burn too.
i am writing to you from the trojan war.
i am writing myself as a gift.
a horse made of wood
with a belly bred for war.
If I love you with the pieces of my broken heart would that be enough?
He is there in the places of the friends I have lost and never found. I know in my heart he cries for the scars left on my body and for the pain I make myself go through.
Forwarded from Lost·In·Pieces (Dandelion)
All I really wanted was for someone to need me. All I wanted was a love that didn’t hurt so bad. All I wanted was for someone to find my sadness a tragedy. All I wanted was for someone to keep reminding me it’s going to be okay and that I was worth fighting for. All I wanted was all I gave.
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
Because we are the descendants of grief, we learned how to cry without a sound and moaning.
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Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
The problem is that you have a mind mature enough to alienate people, but you have the heart of a child who is afraid of isolation, torn and lost.
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
The night mocks me, the person sitting inside me no longer resembling me, the words that no longer carefully jump out of my mouth, from my heart that has dried up like firewood.