Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.

Hedonist Poet

I feel your beauty, but I don't see it. I see you in the form of words. Your lips as heartbreak. Your eyes as hope. Your body is poetry that I have yet to understand. I want to touch it like I want to touch fire just to feel the burn. I hear your heartbeats like music. You are the art that changed my chemistry. You turned me into an artist.

- Hedonist Poet

and once again i regret it giving love a chance and trusting it turns out you can break the broken

- hedonist poet

i thought i wanted to be happy so i chased happiness i didn't realize there is happiness in the middle of chaos happy times in abuse happy moments in toxic cycles what i was really looking for was peace and that is hard to fool it is rare and clear not close to any other feeling  it is the soul of emotions

- hedonist poet

Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.

Hedonist Poet

he was simply dark, mysterious, and deep beautifully messed up and damaged but so captivating god, so haunting

- hedonist poet

I wish I knew how to keep you in my life. I wish I had a way out. Can't love you as I crave. Can't touch you as I desire. Friendship never sounded so scary. Distance never felt so cruel. I will forever feel your soul. And your breath until my very last one.

- Hedonist Poet

Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.

Hedonist Poet

My nights are for over-thinking; my days are for over-sleeping.

Hedonist Poet

Happiness is so simple. Letting go of your past. Not worrying about your future. Being in the present. Simple but not easy.

- Hedonist Poet

I do not deny the power of beauty, but it is absolutely nothing compared to the power of words.

- Hedonist Poet

when the sense of loneliness passes through my soul I fill the emptiness with anything that's cruel to my body

- Hedonist Poet

You can't blame people for finding beauty in death. It doesn't mean they want to die. It just means they know death is the only reality.  

- Hedonist Poet

If they only know what it means to be different from the rest. Or maybe they do; who am I to confess? Just another naked soul, wanting to be dressed.

- Hedonist Poet

how can I possibly miss him? when I never even met him?

- Hedonist Poet

you have to understand if someone loves you and they can't find a way to you they will make one

- Hedonist Poet

Some pain is bearable and physical. Some are mental, and it might be harder to heal from them. But there are some moments that you feel the pain to your core. You almost feel your heartbreak. Like the moment you read the last text from someone who passed away and realize you have to delete their number. Or when you delete a city from your world clock on your phone because you don't have to know what time it is there anymore. Or the moment you realize 20 years from now, you are going to be a stranger to the person you love the most right now. Or when you see a happy photo of yourself and remember who made you happy at that moment, and they no longer care if you cry or smile. In those moments, feel the pain. It will pass, but just for a second, you will taste pure darkness. But it will always pass.

- Hedonist Poet

I love how you used to translate old foreign poetry to me late at night Our deep and meaningless conversations until the sunrise Dreaming of museum dates and visiting forbidden cities Smoking while looking at the moon from different windows Wishing for more when we already had everything  I just miss the days where I didn't realize how happy I was

- Hedonist Poet

I can’t explain it I wish I could, but I can’t I don’t know how I can explain he is a stranger and closer to me than everyone in my life I don’t know why I can be my authentic self with him and rediscover who I am I don’t know why I can’t wait to tell him my secrets and dreams I especially don’t know how a stranger makes me feel like I’m a stranger to my life I don’t know how to explain it I don’t know how to explain him

- Hedonist Poet

A damaged soul and a genius mind won’t let the body sleep. 

- Hedonist Poet