"Tell me you don't need me."
I whispered. (he begged)
I searched him for something. (his eyes looked to me for an answer)
Could this be the end? (he was hopeful)
"I don't need you."
He said simply. (I lied)
I felt my heart crack. (I felt as cold as ice)
love is a game of lies and letting go. // bri
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I burned the letters that I found in your drawer
perhaps you forgot they were there
perhaps you kept them where you kept your heart
either way;
forgive me
for they were so haunting
and heavy
and so hollow.
to be human // bri
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I long for a world
where trees are taller than mountains
and 'I love you'
slips effortlessly off my tongue.
but this is only fantasy. | bri
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There are stars in your lungs
That’s why sometimes you can’t breath
The moon rests in your head
That’s why it’s hard to think
There is asteroids bouncing on the walls of your heart
That’s why it hurts to feel sometimes
You have a galaxy within in
Where there not suppose to be
People were never meant to contain
So much
lydiaskiss (via wnq-writers)
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this poem is rotten before it began. that’s how I feel. I read favorite poets. Attempt to write but I don’t ache the same way they do. my poetry doesn’t leave bruises.
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life crackles at your fingertips
and teases at your bones
trying to tear at the seams of your soul
in order to let itself in
you could be wild and unstoppable -
don’t forget this.
ARIES. | astrological hymns. // bri
(via aeviternus)
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the stars would be so proud to know their atoms created someone like you.
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She spoke softly. She was eloquent with her body. She believed that certain illusions are life-giving.
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 3: 1939-1944
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I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.
(via hplyrikz)
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I only
dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets,
of honeybees above you
murmuring into a crown.
Mary Szybist, from “Hail,” Incarnadine: Poems
(via lifeinpoetry)
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There are
no anchors
heavier
than people
Nav K (via navk)
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& so what – if my feathers
are burning. I
never asked for flight.
Ocean Vuong, “Devotion,” Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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life crackles at your fingertips
and teases at your bones
trying to tear at the seams of your soul
in order to let itself in
you could be wild and unstoppable -
don’t forget this.
ARIES. | astrological hymns. // bri
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