Is it me you love or the person you think I am in your head? Are you in love with me or are you in love with the idea of Love?

I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that are concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was… And I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed

They didn't have to be this loud

i want to live in the peaceful feeling you get underwater where everything sounds softer and the lights are all tinged blue and the world feels silky and light and surreal

You can't say you love someone and leave...you have to pursue them whatever it takes

I wanna look back into my life and not feel grief for what it used to be like.

Everybody is just so insufferable to the point that I feel like people choke me when I’m around them. And they don’t care until you tell them something, show some kind of pain. Even then they only care about themselves and do those things just to pretend that they knew and loved you when you kill yourself.

I am tired of fighting you.

You take and you take and you take and you take but you taste like the beach and a kiss.💔

I feel very tired, as if I was in an empty war fighting myself.

Thoughts hub

I have walked through streets
I have crawled through places
I have exchanged glances with strangers
I have walked...I have crawled I have dragged my whole empty body
I have commanded my limbs to walk...to wave...to people aware of my body but not its inner works
I am walking now too by the streets
In hope of tiring my limbs enough to focus on it instead of my exhausted heart
And also in a mere hope of finding a person stranger enough to not give a conclusion about me
Someone to hold hand to and cry for no reason with
Faces I know ain't done nothing for me
But maybe this one will
I look at him
He looks like he got a story to tell
What if he is the one to be the prince to win the voices
I approached him...held his hand...and said "tell me about your dreams and I will tell you mine let's create a symphony over the voices in our minds"
He stared at me like one has never before
Looked at me like he was gonna figure me out with a glance
But what is the fault in that
I did too
Figured him out with a glance
Thought he could save me in seconds
After a moment of silence
He said back
"Do you have voices in your head?"
"Do they try to choke you?"
"Does it help to be heard?"
"Is there a mortal strong enough to win them?"
"If there is then hold my hand until I save you and you save me while I look at you and you look at me with your strange eyes"
We talked and talked for moments like those type of talks found only on worn pages of books...
I sighed because it wasnt a dream....or atleast this time it didnt feel like one
I said to myself,"maybe this one is gonna stay"
For a moment I decided to not fight myself on this
To not trouble myself of crushing this hope I feel
You walked with me
I could have sailed the whole world just by walking with you .....
A stone baulked me and as soon as it did you held me....tight.....
I felt like with a grip you erased all the hurt that came with living
But it was too Good to be true
I always knew that....and I know now cause I woke up.....i woke from a dream that felt so real
Who was i fooling???
The joke is all on me...
Only a broken can love me that much
But the ones who are broken dont wanna be found🖤🥀🥀🥀
-Yeab T🥀-

"I wish you wouldn't look at me like that"

"like what?"

"I don't know", she hesitated, "Like you could love me"

I want to slow dance to Annie's song

I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say.

"Noone ever touched me without wanting to kill me."

"You who I wait for. You. You. You. Like a broken record stuck on loop. So that day on my birthday I thought something has to change. It can't always be waiting for you."💔

All too long I have been carrying a weight
balanced on my head: a large iron pot
supposed to hold something. Only now
when I have been forced to put it down,
do I find it empty except for a gritty stain
on the bottom. You have told me
this exercise was good for my posture.
Why then did my back always ache?