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wytaiwinter · 10 days
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I want to tell you I love you
But the words no longer leave my mouth for you in the natural way they used to
An all encompassing dread traces even the thought of burdening you with such information
You are no longer the equal I once knew
When you forgave me
You became my messiah
Washed my sins away
You became my true and only muse
So my statement of I love you
Will never be worthy enough of you, until I have become messiah too
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wytaiwinter · 11 days
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My heart is being ripped out of the murky trenches by my solace gasp
The last breath of my tolerance for loneliness
As you stand against the soldiers sword
I look up in aching eyes
Knowing I need your gaze to glance towards me
Begging you
With oxygen no longer in my lungs
Screaming against my physical disability
Scraping with hands down to bone
You must acknowledge
You must accept
What I need from you
Is nothing, except one in a million to you
But the last one for me
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wytaiwinter · 12 days
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To let you see the raw, dramatic attempts I make to explain my mind
That is love
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wytaiwinter · 12 days
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The quote that led me back to my love
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- “The trouble with being born” by Emil Cioran
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wytaiwinter · 13 days
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If I ever leave my god alone again
Left to rot on his own thrown
Puncture my sternum with iron
Collapse my soul into the chains and drag me back to his feet
For I deserve to be hopeful
For I deserve to be fulfilled
For he gives me all I could ever ask for in an omnipotent man
For he is my faith
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wytaiwinter · 13 days
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I never believed in fate
Until I walked into the forest alone
The trees were my friends
The animals my food
I filled my own soul to the brim with love and admiration
Yet I was unquestionably empty
Regardless of how many prey I devoured
How many firs I burned down
My heart felt a suffocating tug no love and no hatred could fill
So I went back home to you, where I no longer eat, I no longer sleep, I no longer am loved by others
But I can write in peace
And I am truly happy once again
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wytaiwinter · 15 days
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On my search for happiness I lost my sense of life
A writer who forgot how to hold a pen
A heart that forgot how to love
A deepened river which forgot its ocean
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wytaiwinter · 15 days
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Through periless sanctity
I have developed my soul for this world
And it yearns it’s other half
It cries with the night
Screams within the storms
Begging on hands and knees
Through pride and prose
As I have gone too far down the expedition for truth
And have now sentenced my internal self to a fate worse than death
For my soul is self aware of it’s loneliness and limitness of flesh
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wytaiwinter · 16 days
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I crave your laugh in a primal way
A lust for your soul I cannot quench even if I spent every ounce my life and every step of my death with you
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