#sad poem

[arseholism]

From the moral high ground to the depth of despair..

The choices I’ve made, unthinkable, unfair..

The sweet promise of eternity, so precious, so cruel..

I’ve felt dejected, rejected, and at times such a fool..

I’ve risen from ruins, built castles from dreams..

Filled with your cheers and jeers, praise, insults and screams..

I’ve endured the torture, I’ve stayed unwaveringly true..

All in the name of love, it was always for you.

[silent-insanities]

You're all I can remember.

[istgihateyou]

I loved you. Since that first text you ever sent me. I didn't realise it at first, nor did I have the guts to label it. But every single day since then, I've loved you. And now, whenever I think of you, I'm painfully reminded that I still do. Even after multiple attempts of shoving you out, I still do. And that is my tragedy that I loved you.

[charlotte-is-a-swiftie]

-All is fair in love and poetry-

[wordsbyicarus]

cement sadness

sadness sits like cement in my throat

with no way out

nothing can dissolve it

one day i'll drown on it

as it seeps into my lungs

-i

[saduboiss]

I’m okay.

it’s getting bad again

[inevitablesblog]

No fui el abrazo que unió tus piensas rotas, fui el abrazo que sangró con tus pedazos rotos.

[heylouiseee]

#19

I miss you a lot, but I hope I don’t see you again

It hurts and I cry, but I hope I will never smile because of you again

[satania-2035]

En el silencio se encuentra la verdad.

• Satania •

[fruitjellybug]

Rain Showers

Perhaps,

if you knew the coordinates to my body;

the curves,

the scars,

the way my heart skips a beat

after every rain shower,

you could always find your way back home,

no matter where your mind goes

in times of pain

when your blinded by rage,

you would always have the map

that takes you home…

the key to my racing heart.

[Anagallis Arvensis]

[nipsyyy]

Watching everyone tell you how much you’ve changed,how selfish you’ve become, because you no longer love them is a weird kind of satisfaction.

I love them,I always will love them,but I stopped loving them unconditionally,and obviously it meant I would no longer be a doormat which was absolutely not tolerable to them.

-nipuna

[arseholism]

Tormented by memories, enchanted by love..

Like a decaying hand, that just won’t fit the glove..

Will it get better if only you could endure a bit more pain?

Or do you just cut it off and accept that you’ll never be the same?

[silent-insanities]

I want to be them so I can be yours.

[suspiro-desafinado]

-Yobana Lemm