Watch me grow, watch me bloom
Even from afar, I am with you
Give me a sign, show me you’re there
My mind sometimes drifts off
Asking myself, how are you?
I left, and yet you remain
In my heart, you will stay
Tag: prose
So much.
So much is going on in my head
So many thoughts, so many killers
It’s funny
How painkillers exist
We don’t kill pain
It kills us
A dream come true.
A dream come true, you are.
Overwhelming me, making me feel free.
The biggest smiles I have ever shown,
Are caused by the most beautiful person I have ever known.
Genuineness, oh how I love this.
Happiness, oh how I long for this.
Which?
It’s funny that a full heart can make a mind empty.
It’s funny how emotions get the best of our rationality.
Now, tell me. Which is stronger:
The love you feel for someone you can’t have?
Or
The thoughts that kill it otherwise?
story
let me tell you a story
of a girl who’s in love
in love with the thought
of being loved back
the sensation
the satisfaction
it was her resurrection
the love of her life was her founding savior
and she was a slave to it
she gave her everything
she gave it all
bit by bit, detail per detail
as she dug deep into the love of her life
she slowly lost herself
buried in the dirt
was her heart
along with her lover
never to be seen again
Understanding.
Nothing is more deserving than a heart who understands.
Give them the world, and they’ll make it better.
Not for themselves, but for everyone else.
See you soon. I’ll be here.
You said good bye way too early.
I wasn’t ready.
Yes, I know it hurts.
But we could’ve been happy.
Even for the last few hours.
All has ended, I don’t want to dwell.
So, all I can say for now is farewell.
the choice.
We had a choice. We could have fought for us.
We could have stayed in the arms of each other.
We had a choice to be happy together.
But, we don’t always get what we want.
You went away. You left.
We never wanted to fade away.
But some things just aren’t supposed to stay as it is.
I could’ve chosen you, but you’re too far away.
And you took your heart with you, leaving mine behind.
Nightmare.
I used to dream big of freedom. But here I am, trapped.
Trapped in my own thoughts, not strong enough.
To be on my own, to be free from all,
It is only a dream.
Instead, I’m living in a nightmare.
Deserving.
Comforting words coming from the heart of sincerity. Do I deserve this blessing?
Do I deserve you?
You’re too much. I can’t thank you enough.
my mind 