The way he looks at her is poetry by itself🖤

What I would do for a pure second of pure euphoria.

I need someone to look at me that way

The amount of pain I caused and still cause myself waiting for that💔

I would kill for it

Better yet I would LIVE for it

For most of my life I struggled with making people understand the reasons to why I do the things I do. To make it sensible for them to grasp the knowledge of what it's like to be me. My past experiences...things I have done in the past have left scars,those on the inside still rotting to this day and those on the outside that looked like they have healed to deceive those who look at them. That struggle sometimes tightens the noose and sometimes it sings me to sleep.....that is if you dare to call it a lullaby. I have come to learn that not every word is meaningful and not every word is understood but to say "I could see no other way to survive. That's why I did it" is my bandage to hide your questions I ask myself everyday. And isn't that what I have been waiting for my entire life-something to silence the voice.
-Yeab🌬

It has been a beautiful fight. It still is. There are some days that feel too much for me to survive, there are moments that just drain my soul and there’s nothing I can do about it. Sometimes it feels like I’m raging a war against myself and it’s either I win or I drown in my tears. Sometimes I lay under the moon and tell myself, it’s time to stop fighting. I tell myself that it’s okay if things aren’t going to be the way I hoped they’d turn to be, then I remember that I didn’t come all this way just to be okay with things that break my heart. There’s a graveyard in my heart filled with secrets and people’s names, people who have always let me down. But this is the thing about the people you had pinned your hopes on, you can’t just forget about them. Part of them stays, it makes you understand why certain things just broke your heart and honestly I feel like no one should forget about the heartbreak and the lessons they learn from such tragedies. And so I tell myself, everytime someone breaks my wings, I will take my broken wings and try to fly. It doesn’t end now, it never started to end this way.

There is no end to poetry even when you thought the words aren't there,they are.

Maybe someday I will find it in me to forgive God and God will find it in himself to forgive me but what about the ones who witnessed the trauma we caused eachother and the pain that came in it,what about the silent watchers...those who bled and ached and didn't think to groan in pain to show the harm done to them...tear they didnot make fall...heart they didnt break...promise they didn't keep...words they never said...those who were forced to make sacrifice-in blood for a sin they didnot commit...what about my wrists,huh? How will they find it in their heart to forgive me?

-Yeab T🌬

Despite the intense love that I carry in my soul, in the end, I do not fear losing anything because I understand very well that I do not let go of anything from my hand before I wasted my anxiety, my entire feelings, and an abundant crowd of attempts at preservation and survival. So whatever seeps out of me has not the strength need to return or reclaim my first passion for it.

I have loved you with all the powers contained in the ribs of a person seeking stability, with all the heartbeat that has tormented throughout his life, with all the rigidity of the ribs that starved, strayed and sore.

We all have bad and good side to ourselves. Whichever is loved will the light shine on. Are you willing to love me enough to let me be what I long to be?
-yeab