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emmemin · 1 year
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Do you feel a void without my presence?
For me,
Your absence still hurts.
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emmemin · 1 year
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It's hard to let you go,
In spite of seeing how happy you've become.
I know that what we had is dead, long gone.
Can't we build something new out of the ashes of our past?
Or am I doomed to stay on the sidelines
As I watch you grow?
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emmemin · 1 year
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I heard something that made me reflect on the things that I've done to you.
It's not enough to admit that I've hurted you.
I need to cut ties with the version of my self that thought it was no big deal to hurt you.
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emmemin · 2 years
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I wish I could understand your pain so i could comfort you. I can't pretend to know. I am just watching you become stronger because of it, and it amazes me to see you grow.
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emmemin · 2 years
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Another night at 3 am.
And I'm here, fighting the feeling of accepting the fact that I have lost you.
There is nothing I can do or say that will make you change your mind.
What I could've been is no longer an option. You've moved on.
I have to be very careful not to loose the little bits of you and me... My action will be critical from now.
Because I want to be someone you'll rely on,
Someone that will be there, even if it is at a distance,
Someone you can talk to if that's what you need.
Someone to catch you if you fall.
I didn't do much of that when we were together,
This time, I'll make it count.
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emmemin · 2 years
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Sleep scapes me and I think I know why.
I can't stop thinking about you.
I want to see you happy but it hurts that is not with me.
I said that I would let you go and it has been very hard not to plead you to stay...
I'm biting my tongue.
I really care about you,
For now, all I can do is try to be happy for you.
You deserve it!
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emmemin · 2 years
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It's amazing to se how strong you have become.
Not by choice.
Going through hell helped you realized you didn't have to suffer on anyone's account.
There is no doubt in your mind of what you don't want.
Eventough you're not sure of what you want, you are determined to find it.
You deserve to find it.
... I hope you find it.
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emmemin · 2 years
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It's amazing to se how strong you have become.
Not by choice.
Going through hell I put you through helped you realized you didn't have to suffer on anyone's account.
There is no doubt in your mind of what you don't want.
Eventough you're not sure of what you want, you are determined to find it.
You deserve to find it.
... I hope you find it.
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emmemin · 2 years
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I have been selfish,
Guilting you so you can stay longer.
Prolonging what you have already decided.
The ball is in your court,
It's your turn to choose who you want to be with.
It's your call to make who you give your heart to.
And me?....
I also have a choice,
To let you go, and let you be happy...
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emmemin · 2 years
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Another late night, thinking on what I must do.
Not sure any more that I ever knew what love is.
Uncertain if I will ever find out.
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emmemin · 2 years
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It's been decided.
So that I can let you live and love freely.
I must allow you to move on.
I must kill the part of you that is within my soul.
I must allow me to heal.
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emmemin · 3 years
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It's 3 a.m. and I am still thinking about you! I am cought between wanting to be there next to you, and staying out of your life forever.
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emmemin · 3 years
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I so wish I had that.
be with someone who gives you random hugs, forehead kisses and makes you smile
- takethisride
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emmemin · 3 years
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MIRL
I want to tell you how much I miss you, but I know that even if I did it wouldn’t make a difference
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emmemin · 3 years
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So true... Love should not be forced! It should come naturally.
““You can’t force love, I realized. It’s there or it isn’t. If it’s not there, you’ve got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you’ve got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.””
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emmemin · 3 years
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emmemin · 3 years
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I love you Nancy,
I might have realized too late how much I love who you are.
I love you enough to let you be yourself and support you, even if it is letting you go.
If I had it my way, you would stay with me,
But I don't want that, I don't want anything you can't give me.
I want whatever you want to give me,
If it is hate, I'll take it
But I hope some day you can give me your love.
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Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, silent, night and day.
Loving you is not demanding of you, it is not forcing you, It is not to pressure you, it is not to convince you, It is not defeating yourself; is to help you free yourself from yourself, of me, of everything, is to lend you my breath, to seduce you without desires, or objectives, is to enjoy yourself.
Loving you is not reject your flaws; is to make me sensitive to them and make you sensitive to them, never expecting you to change them.
Loving you is not take refuge in your person; is to build a shelter together, with our own hands, where the whole world can fit.
Loving you is not wishing be the center of your life; is to drive you, If you let me, if I can do it, to the life of your center, without seeking rewards.
Loving you is not giving up to my dreams for you; is waking up from my dreams, with you, taken from your hand.
Loving you is not flattering you is not puffed up, It is not weakening you is not to get your attention, it is not confusing you; is to show you worth of your shadow, the wonder of your own light, is to help you live alert, is wanting you to fly while I look at you, absorbed, happy.
Loving you is not fearing you is not owning you, it is not guarding you, It is not watching over you; is hugging you warmly, is to open my door for you, is to observe you in full light, in total darkness, with the soul’s eyes.
Loving you is not just looking at you, smell you, or taste you; is looking with you at the same time anything, make me one with your smell, be part of you.
Loving you is not tell you that I love you, It’s not to think that I loved you that I will love you; is asking myself yes I love you, is to feel it, leaving let it develop in me, without any need to tell you.
Loving you is not always be by your side, It is not always thinking of you It is not always dreaming of you; is to be available to you, is to be you, to become one with you, is to be aware of your dreams, and of mine with you, is to allow know me completely to the very center of my pain, and of my love.
Loving you is not look at you from above, or from below, from behind, from the front; is to cultivate a balance that again and again feel what happens for our common center.
Loving you is not projecting ideas about you is not idealizing yourself; is to see you from afar, from close, from within (from you), from outside, see you from beyond me.
Loving you is not loving you only when you love me, when you’re pretty when you smile at yourself, when you kiss me, when you caress me, when you walk gracefully, when you are calm, when you are happy; is to accept you whole As you are, always and everywhere, with simplicity, gladly.
Loving you is not writing you my love poems; is to be love when I write to you, and when not.
Loving you is not writing that I love you; is to share with you the best of me (love), no return, without horizon.
Ousía Poética © 
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Amarte no es escribirte mis poemas de amor; es ser amor cuando te escribo, y cuando no.
Amarte no es esperar algo de ti; es simplemente esperarte, en silencio, de noche y de día.
Amarte no es refugiarme en tu persona; es construir un refugio juntos, con nuestras propias manos, donde pueda caber el mundo entero.
Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte, no es presionarte, no es convencerte, no es derrotarte; es ayudarte a liberarte de ti, de mí, de todo, es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte sin deseos, ni objetivos, es disfrutar de ti.
Amarte no es quererte únicamente cuando me amas, cuando estás guapa, cuando te sonríes, cuando me besas, cuando me acaricias, cuando caminas con elegancia, cuando estás tranquila, cuando estás feliz; es aceptarte entera tal cual eres, siempre y en todo lugar, con sencillez, con alegría.
Amarte no es proyectar ideas sobre ti, no es idealizarte; es verte desde lejos, desde cerca, desde dentro (desde ti), desde fuera, verte desde más allá de mí.
Amarte no es rechazar tus defectos; es hacerme sensible a ellos y hacerte sensible a ellos, sin esperar jamás que los cambies.
Amarte no es desear ser el centro de tu vida; es conducirte, si tú me lo permites, si soy capaz de hacerlo, a la vida de tu centro, sin buscar recompensas.
Amarte no es estar siempre a tu lado, no es pensar siempre en ti, no es soñar siempre contigo; es estar disponible para ti, es ser tú, hacerme uno contigo, es ser consciente de tus sueños, y de los míos contigo, es permitir que me conozcas por entero hasta el mismo centro de mi dolor, y de mi amor.
Amarte no es halagarte, no es envanecerte, no es debilitarte, no es llamar tu atención, no es confundirte; es mostrarte la valía de tu sombra, la maravilla de tu propia luz, es ayudarte a vivir alerta, es querer que vueles mientras te miro, absorto, dichoso.
Amarte no es sólo mirarte, olerte, o probarte; es mirar contigo a la vez cualquier cosa, hacerme uno con tu olor, formar parte de ti.
Amarte no es mirarte desde arriba, o desde abajo, desde atrás, desde delante; es cultivar un equilibrio que una y otra vez sienta que pasa por nuestro centro común.
Amarte no es temerte, no es poseerte, no es custodiarte, no es vigilarte; es abrazarte cálidamente, es abrirte mi puerta, es observarte a plena luz, en total oscuridad, con los ojos del alma.
Amarte no es decirte que te amo, no es pensar que te amé, que te amaré; es preguntarme a mí mismo si te amo, es sentirlo, dejando que se desarrolle en mí, sin necesidad alguna de decírtelo.
Amarte no es renunciar a mis sueños por ti; es despertar de mis sueños, contigo, tomado de tu mano.
Amarte no es escribir que te amo; es compartir contigo lo mejor de mí (el amor), sin vuelta atrás, sin horizonte.
Ousía Poética ©
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