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Corinna Vallianatos, from a story featured in Origin: Stories published in 2025

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Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, from a letter featured in The Life & Letters of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

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Juana de Ibarbourou, from a poem featured in Woman who has sprouted Wings; poems by contemporary Latin American Women Poets

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– Audrey Hepburn

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so soft it hurts

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You miss my heart

You miss my heart,

And how I used to kiss your cheeks,

You miss my hands

And how I hugged you while you sleep,

You miss my skin

Burying inside your skin,

And how good it felt near,

But oh,

My heart

Is the one you truly miss,

You miss my heart,

Full and thorough,

The way it sucked out your rotness

And let it ruin,

You miss how loved you were in your own room.

Now the place is empty,

And my laugh is your gloom,

You miss my heart,

You miss my heart,

And how could you not?

I knew you would.

The love so pure,

All consuming in its own youth,

The hits it took, fist bruised,

Your knuckles bleed,

But you never let me see your bones—

That's my own doom.

But you miss my heart,

And the light you used—

That's your own cell,

That's your own hurt.

You can't seem to escape

Your haunted moons.

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Its crazy how we use to listen and comprehend these songs when we were kids ( 90s baby ) … now im in my late 20s listening to this song with tears in my eyes and a hole different take on the lyrics in the song.

Lyrics -

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?

Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?

Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

[Verse 1: Eminem]

I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like

And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe

I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight

As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight

High off her love, drunk from her hate

It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate

And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me

She fuckin' hates me, and I love it — "Wait!

Where you going?" — "I'm leaving you!" — "No, you ain't!

Come back!" — We're runnin' right back, here we go again

It's so insane, 'cause when it's goin' good, it's goin' great

I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane

But when it's bad, it's awful, I feel so ashamed

I snapped, "Who's that dude?", I don't even know his name

I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again

I guess I don't know my own strength

You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em?

You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit 'em

Got that warm fuzzy feelin', yeah, them chills, used to get 'em

Now you're gettin' fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em?

You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothin' to hurt 'em

Now you're in each other's face

Spewin' venom in your words when you spit 'em

You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em

Throw 'em down, pin 'em

So lost in the moments when you're in 'em

It's the rage that took over, it controls you both

So they say you're best to go your separate ways

Guess that they don't know ya

'Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over

It's a different day, sound like broken records playin' over

But you promised her, next time you'll show restraint

You don't get another chance, life is no Nintendo game

But you lied again

Now you get to watch her leave out the window

Guess that's why they call it window pane

Now, I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean

Then we fall back into the same patterns, same routine

But your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me

When it comes to love, you're just as blinded, baby, please

Come back, it wasn't you, baby, it was me

Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems

Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano

All I know is I love you too much to walk away though

Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk

Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?

Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball

Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall

Next time? There won't be no next time!

I apologize, even though I know it's lies

I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar

If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again, I'ma tie her

To the bed and set this house on fire, just gonna—

[Chorus: Rihanna]

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?

Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?

Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie ………😏

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Lately i feel like ive reached a different type of overstimulation.. a different type of burnt out . Its taking thee-e most energy to fake be happy , force myself to laugh at people jokes .

I find myself wondering was a diagnosis even worth it …

Id rather feel this feeling with no knowledge of why .

Maybe id feel some more sense of normalcy. I dont know .

*** i hate this alone feeling .

Home didn’t feel like home anymore .

The urge to be understood but have no idea or clue how to express myself is so overwhelming .

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Lipstick:

a poem by Lou Reed of The Velvet Underground