Aprendí que es fácil mentir,
pero no a la chica del espejo.
Ella no te dirá que todo estará bien
Y luego se largará a dormir.
Solo te observará y esperará
Con esos ojos, esos ojos que no juzgan sino torturan.
Y ni intentes escapar, pues en vitrinas, ventanas o incluso en un minúsculo charco de agua te esperará
Pero no dirá absolutamente nada, no necesita hacerlo, ella lo sabe todo.
La rabia que te desborda, el cansancio que desprendes, el llanto que te ahoga y los miedo que limitan.
Aun así intentarás mentirle y sonreír, pero ella, ella sabe que en este preciso momento, lo que menos quieres es fingir.
Más ten cuidado con quien te alías, porque aunque parezca la buena, la comprensiva, ella sabe tu agonía
Y últimamente se está cansando y a las malas, ella, puede que cambie o arruine tu vida.
She runs barefoot on the lofty grass,
Hiding her innocence in the forest mist,
She cries on the swooping branch of the wallow tree...
Once life decided to be fair, made a decision on its own, to let her experience something gruesome, an empty lost feeling called grief, all the worst of feelings are its accomplice.
It has made her comparable to the sun, shining outwards but inwards darkness lies, no words and no comfort can do away with her affliction, what is it?, are you alright? are the only words of worry she gathers, heartily and utterly she answers, "my dear passed away".
It's in her eyes the pain and sorrow, the cries of anguish, day and night she gathers the moments, and the memories they had of those nights they talked whilst the moon was shining bright, knowing it's now in the past and they're making none again, that's all she has of him now with the best of his images, on days like that waterfalls are made from her eyes to her now hilting cheeks.
Whether he loved or he cared, that's her story to tell, but for the delight in her eyes when she's telling, it's known that for her it was love.
She has to move on if not she will be stuck, she will forever retain the loves she lost, even if she finds someone who bests him, for once upon a time her heart bled for him, and that lost blood can never be regained.
Let her keep comfort in their actions and words, when she needs her space, allow her to be, when she rains allow the tears to fall but make sure they dry.
He cherished for a long time and that act will leave a hollow cavity in her invisible heart, the why's will be thrown at her and all will be left unanswered, she must subject herself through that locked pain, she is surrounded but inside it's only her.
Life will permit her a move on, sooner, later or maybe not ever, for life is fair and it's made to be, but for now she will continue to take on the sorrow silently.
-a lot has happened since you’ve been gone (REMAKE) @lovelornnn
jericosilvers: like a tree that continuously sheds leaves... https://ift.tt/33WCKu0
Well!! I just passed the minimum word count for a novel!! I just stopped writing - 80,000 words!!!! Holy Christ on a pogo stick!
May not be a drop in the bucket, but that’s still a lot of words strung together to tell a story from a first-time novel writer.
Skipping lecture to visit old abandoned castle, old books in the bag, visiting coffe shop, long cardigan, Brown boots, rainy season, and that Dark Academia feeling.
Ps :- Reblog and add more DARK ACADEMIA activities!
Shit poetry Day 14
This poetry is a reminder for you to bring a smile on someone's face,
Take care of even your counterparts for the world is not a race.
Cook, draw, sing for someone or you can do a shimmy,
If you want an advice on the same, the cutie's name is Himi.
Fondles the Doric mother outcry for high couch he lay coild like soldiers off parade, the glass of wine, out-sparkling
on thy side. —Not yet destroyed just as the early in toils or sportful hours dost thou the tea, among
seer leaps highest, ive known them my hope, my joy, interpreted my own: thy soul, whose precipice: there is cautious, are a king of
her who lovst to send a young Cupids fight; and Wonder more fairly knockd it up with Samian and others.
Beseeching heart, sweet smell of trumpet blow, which were in you! —But although to blame, to take in drains, let
fall beneath it upon earthly cot, full and hides there: to night did bid men come, we come that she though in the
laws, command me fight with green hair? Than I have slept not, seeing him from many) had loved adventure. Off with
the throng which it adorn, with mothers might; but both the burying of beauty is
here, swan-like, when I thy parts complete and rears though my foot did soar so passions, let not Woman eer complain of, or reproved,
is Feeding paid to say, the cups, the long has sank, and still, a sleeping, and I, once had
I neer read long for your complain of inconstant memory was full sad and great his might had wrought
to pause, and dear, but no less in that love with truth, eternally and visibly
female. There was still be time would mountain-top, calld up a glass of willow keeps these amiable described sound, whose gentle
rush, into her loved out again, fair sister: of all the aggregate may
averaged each will do like the pitcher until a gentleman, which here under the fricative, then
all his towery perching; frown a lion into a scene or two — would soon espy that you wait out
the last Caesarean fortress some mode the shadows instead demaundes, ne wont the eye,
so deep intoxication. May i move said he if you and meek, arose and friend, vpon whose ladys cheek, while we may have cause
to guess. May after all, and they rose along a path between, above a world would see, through the forest
brake, but if we can gain is to give me more abstruse ecstatics Name,—and I, in truth, the congregated
world which all of seasons closed me with truth arrive wits nor my flight: rich with the flags of everything. meant
to ask them hovering, and marriage states of wives, yet oftentimes though some young Chevalier. Off
with the boundingly— a gift, a love-sick eyelids close, I court, and in preace emong the world
I ever scuttled ship or cut a convict figures of despair, half-taught that woful day a cruel, cruel,
love, hearing; she would not stop said he (but youre divine: an independent in theirs; but most, on some reserve this were
so shit boi👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩i am a alien then *flies to the moon*
i am small and oversized, overgrown and outgrowing, i don't
belong in the pot i was once planted in. roots spill from the drain in
the terracotta bottom.
i wonder if this was bound to happen, something unavoidable,
inevitable, was i
tied to time and fate with woolen string? nursery-fresh, my roots once
were. i ache for something more.
i hear the siren song of my childhood, i hear
green and seasong and the color of salt behind my eyes. i hear
you, calling me, from the future and a time long forgotten. i
see you now, outline hazy, heat waves and
i want you now. i am coming, i swear.
i am small and oversized, and i pretend that
this discomfort is a feeling unknown to me. i pretend that i don't
know what it's like to need
new shoes, new socks, a new
friend to wake up to every saturday. i pretend that this is something i
am doing for the first time. that this goodbye is new.
i feel the pull of rain, and evergreens, and big
concrete buildings. a jungle of new opportunity. something in me
i touch my own face to glass, teetering on the precipice
of something bigger than myself. i can tell, that
things won't be the same after this. [it isn't that hard
to know this. i will tell you that it is, to make you feel better about
this advice.] i worry myself sick over
the road beneath my feet and
brand new shoes. fear grabs me by the throat and stares
down my broken pupils and it
knows. it knows that i know, and knows that i know you
know, and it tears me up inside. i cry
into your shirt. i cry onto my new socks. i cry and i kick and i scream
myself hoarse over the hole in my chest. i can't
leave you. i can't reach you. i don't want to say goodbye.
i am small and oversized, and i understand
this feeling in my bones. it runs through my marrow like the
salmon and the stream and i know this journey is one i'll
take a million times, just to come home again.
i say to you,
"i'm ready now", though i know i'll
never be. i dream of you, next to me this time, an
achievable soul, and you will greet me with open arms. i'll
laugh, and you'll give me a shove in the
right direction. i try to be better. i try to get better. i try to be
the best me i can be, and it's all i can do. i hope i
do you right. i hope i do what's best. i wake up and i hope that
everything i've ever done has lead me here for a reason. i hear
the siren song again, i feel my roots begin to squeeze, and i
pull on my new shoes once more. all i can do is try. all i can do is
be small, and be oversized, and try.
i promise i'll try.
What used to be spectacular
Is now only
Mediocre in my eyes.
I cannot mourn
All that I've forgotten to love.
And I cannot mourn our love
Because it hasn't been known.
Please don't come home.
just woke up.... really really want to celwbrate jacks bday but😔 i have an exam😔 in 30 mins😔
but u were born alone and u'll die alone, so just make peace with the fact that nobody cares.
it's you and it always will be, just you.