achilovesyou

[achilovesyou]

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every august its like. u will feel happy but also unbearably sad

[achilovesyou]

“If I disappear, know that I’m okay.”

— Unknown

[achilovesyou]

A city full of villains

“I wish I could promise you the world but I can only promise you one thing.

all of this,

it’ll come to an end.”

A city that smells so rotten,

The dead can’t even rest in peace.

Guns rule the nights here.

The spoils of this beautiful world reside here.

Will you make it out alive?

People play games with there lives,

After all you’re supposed to die in the end.

Romance means nothing here.

Lust is filled in the air.

Will you make it out alive?

A city full of villains,

A city ruled by greed.

Sympathy gets you buried here.

A dead man makes people chuckle.

Will you make it out alive?

People are higher than the moon here,

Police fancies Sports cars that can run over the speed limits.

One wrong step, a bullet in your head.

Will you make it out alive?

A place so scummy,

Even the Gods are playing dead.

People say they’ve gone to visit California.

Leaving Lust and Drugs to rule in their absence.

Will you make it out alive?

But then who cares,

For her love that you have lost.

This world can die now,

the crows can take you away.

After all, who intends to make it out alive in the end?

[achilovesyou]

The world did us wrong

THE WORLD DID US WRONG 

We’re trapped in this paradise,

Since we entered the doors have been sealed shut.

We roam this dead world,

Looking for the Church of the broken god.

Hope only leads us to death here,

Even when it is the only thing keeping us alive.

Hope that we’ll be rescued one day,

and Hope that we all die today.

The colour red suits everything,

The colour red fills everything.

The ground,

The sky, 

The air,

Our crewman,

as he sleeps peacefully in his vomit.

Maybe this is for the best.

Where is this broken God?

Why was this place named paradise?

This is no paradise,

and no God would want us to go through this.

Would he?

What even is God?

[achilovesyou]

Rabindranath Tagore, from Selected Poems; “Question” tr. by William Radice

﹙ Text ID: Black moonless night / Has imprisioned my world, plunged it into nightmare. ﹚

[achilovesyou]

you really fucked me up, i hope you know that

[achilovesyou]

[achilovesyou]

You were right.

It feels like someone just died.

I can't cry, I can't breathe.

You're neither my hero,

nor my saviour.

You're the princess on the top of the tower,

and I'm the prince climbing up the vines.

It's not meant to be alright.

I guess that's true, love.

I wonder what's so fun about crashing into thorns everytime.

I can't let go,

I can't stop.

Afterall these thorns,

these thorns make one of the best beds,

A bed befitting someone like me.

[achilovesyou]

145 days.

I keep trying to tell you that I need you

the same way way you need me to hold you.

Are you even listening?

Nevermind I'll just play dead.

Dead like the leaves that fall of the trees,

when they no longer have any purpose.

You say we keep fighting,

I just remember you calculating the days that we've been in love.

You know I'd give up anything for you,

but will it just magically be ok after they're gone.

Please love,

I beg you.

I beg you to understand your worth.

I beg you to come back,

I can't treat you like a Princess but.

I'd love to get you your crown,

and make love when the world falls asleep tonight.

[achilovesyou]

“I am learning to love being at rest. I am learning that I am better at the things I am passionate about when I take my time doing something fun and soothing like having a good laugh with my best friend, taking my dog for a walk in nature and merely goofing around and not taking life seriously when I don’t really need to. Achievements, expectations, and goals are always there, so why not make some space for leisure, recreation, and care? I deserve all the chance that I can get to shine at my brightest.”

— Juansen Dizon, Restfulness

[achilovesyou]

An angel.

a mystical creature.

that descends from haven

to guide humans to prosperity.

You.

a beautiful maiden.

that comes to me,

every time I'm losing hope,

I'm lost,

I'm confused.

You come and give me hope.

every time.

you give me hope,

that someday,

somehow,

somewhere,

You'll be in front of me.

Our faces,

Closer than they could ever be.

hearts mending,

souls reconnecting.

We, us.

we will kick start again.

You're an angel love,

You're my angel,

a secret that I'll have to keep.

After all,

angels always go back to where they belong,

outside the reaches of a mortal,

who lost his heart to this angel,

to this energetic little midget,

who can never, ever be replaced.

[achilovesyou]

Soft as the moon.

There she lies in her bed

Her lips perked,

Her dress undressing itself.

Her body soft,

Her eyes deep and distant.

She's beautiful,

like the silver and smooth part

of the moon.

[achilovesyou]

Trashed.

Can I do anything?

Anything but feel regret?

Regret that it happened.

It was beautiful.

But I regret it happened.

Why were you broken?

Why was I so sure?

What am I supposed to feel now?

What am I supposed to make of these 5 months?

[achilovesyou]

and unwillingly, I look away.

did you get bored?

[achilovesyou]

I really love you.

Dreams//

Somehow,

Somehow,

I always end up in your arms,

Your frail legs wrapped around me.

We look at each other intensely,

As you breath heavily into me.

This is what it means to be one,

To be we.

and that is where the dream ends.

Gosh,

I really wish you were in love with me.

[achilovesyou]

I mourn for you.

Mourning is a process everyone goes through when they lose some things that were important to them in their lives.

In this piece,

I mourn for thing that I wish I maybe could have experienced with her.

The things I could have done for her, so that we could be better.

I don’t want her back.

We have changed too much for that.

Maybe I’m right about this

or maybe I’m wrong.

but in the end,

I don’t really care about my feelings anyways.

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I don’t mourn for the person I used to be.

I can always go back to what I was.

I don’t mourn about the fact that you think that I’ve changed.

It doesn’t really matter anymore.

I don’t mourn for whatever happened in the end.

We did spend time together but this is what was supposed to happen.

but I do mourn the fact that you were in Love.

Love that you wanted to continue,

and still wanted to end.

Love that helped you stay alive

and still wanted it to all end.

Love that made you cut yourself.

Love that made you forget everybody else.

You looked towards me for answers

which I wish I could have had.

You are not like me after all.

You are the one who is as soft as an angel.

I wish I could take it all for you.

I wish I could be like him.

Now that it’s all over.

I still think about you sometimes.

You are more of a happy memory now

I wish I could relive.

I know I always ask for the impossible but,

Can I still make you food as you sit and wait on the counter tonight.

And tomorrow?

Maybe till the day that you actually feel better?

I don’t want you to read this.

I know you will be angry.

I know you don’t want me anymore.

So I’ll just keep this to myself.

and contemplate.

What is it that you actually mean to me?

Is this what you mean when they say

I love you more than the world?

 maybe.

just maybe.

it was brief but

you did feel the same for me?