I'm taking in another breath It was easier before you left Letting you be my happiness That was only half of it Never getting there on time The perfect scene for the darkest crime //02.15.2020 another poem i wrote, feeling lonely the day after valentine's
i wish for a day
when i can look up
to the sky
without tears in my eyes
without wishing
i was there instead
wanting more than
anything to be dead
to say goodbye to
the hurt and the pain
because they don’t understand
the impact
of what they say
i wish for a day
when i look into
the mirror
and admire what i see
instead of being disappointed
in my body
instead of wanting to be
somebody i wasn’t born to be
but most of all
i wish for a day
where i can smile
without it being fake
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage
i wanna go on a date with someone in one of those cute book cafés so that we can read poetic bits out loud to each other every now and then
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
Soutlmates?
I think they exist. Just not always romantically. I think there are certain people you will meet in your life who you just connect with more than anyone else and you just know it isn’t a typical thing and you understand each other perfectly. And this person won’t always be your “significant other”. I mean it could be your friend or sibling or parent or teacher or the person you’re dating or whoever. It could be just about anyone you’ve ever interacted with.
Perhaps you are the melancholic desire of my nightmares;
Or maybe you're my poem I could never write
lesbian
gay
bisexual
transgender
queer
pansexual
demisexual
ace
hopeless romantics
cis-men
cis-women
non binary folks
the whole spectrum etc…
follow everyone who reblogs ;)
ever since i was young- i've felt i wasn't enough- no one understood me- much less what i'd become- too young to make a difference- but too old to rely on someone //02.14.2020 a short poem
— The Empress Yamato Hime (translated by Kenneth Rexroth)
[text ID: Others may forget you, but not I. / I am haunted / by your beautiful ghost.]