#Lostlove

[oldwinesoul]

[webweabings]

FINDING A LOST LOVER

Jonathan Carroll; // M. Edwards; // Sue Zhao; // Alexander Dumas, from "The Count of Monte Cristo" tr. Robin Buss; // Mary Oliver from "Thirst"; //Margaret Atwood from "Selected Poems 2: 1976 - 1986"; // Euripides from "Orestes"; // Cassandra Clare from "Lady Midnight"

[aloneinthedarkpath]

[chkwritings]

Haunted By The Past

Phantom touches and ghosts of kisses,

Trail down my spine and dance across my skin.

You might not be near me,

But your touch will never leave me.

[inkheartpoems]

Does pain holds any power?

It does not unit ,it finds its own way to deal with it .

Some intangible force guides this pain when you don't know how to react.

Pain is not something we cannot hold on for long .

It's a continuous pressure from inside,

Once this pressure breaks down into pieces.

I don't know how to react, I don't express it aggressively.

I don't even cry often.

This pain always keeps me miserable.

Numbness possessed all over my emotions.

Worst of it i can't fantasies about you anymore in my head .

It's like a bow i aimed inversely to my heart , the feeling of you is so dry,that my visions are blurring your image in my head .

It scares me but I know you were never mine to hold on .

It's not just you that's keeping me this devastated.

It's all the matters I have made of .it's all the particles I have been recived inside my body .

Having a good sleep is a distant drem to my mind . Not controlled,but trapped by it.

Now I'm diving into pain maybe . Not expecting anything but wondering, yeh I saw this coming .

As deep as I go in these feelings I feel like I'm holding something out of my power, once i let this in .

I might break down this pain or I can turn this into power. to see the wisdom

[underthemexicansun]

[heartstrings-and-hauntings]

Pretty and Pink

A lesson that was wanted to keep, Never learned, always on repeat. The feeling was unmatched, Nothing could compete, Until emptiness took over, Replaced what should feel complete.

Blinded by a foolish heart, The loveliest shade of pink. All doubts remain, Lingering with a haunting ghost.

The joke is clear; a lost and wandering soul, Clinging to memories that might not be real. Just a way to pass the time, But joy was brought to these days.

A lesson that could never be kept, The universe chose a different plan. One will remember, and another forget, The journey continues—reluctantly met.

[caleadon-blog]

tsuioku merry go round

The Melancholy of the Carousel of Memories in 'Tsuioku Merry Go Round'

The song 'Tsuioku Merry Go Round' by Fairy Tail is a deep reflection on nostalgia and the pain of lost love. The lyrics, filled with metaphors and poetic imagery, transport us to a carousel of memories, where the speaker revisits past moments with a loved one who is no longer present. The repetition of the term 'merry-go-round' symbolizes the cyclical, unending nature of memories and emotions that endlessly whirl in the protagonist's mind.

At the beginning of the song, the speaker describes the pain of a farewell, where tears and harsh words mark the end of a relationship. The image of the carousel spinning in a world of dreams represents the attempt to escape painful reality, yet also the inability to fully let go of the past. The lyrics suggest that, despite appearing strong, the loved one also suffered internally, repressing their tears and emotions.

As the song progresses, the speaker expresses a deep longing to reunite with this person, even if only in dreams or memories. Nostalgia is heightened by the remembrance of shared gestures and moments, which continue to burn in the protagonist's heart. The lyrics also touch on the idealization of the past, where the cells of the body seem to beautify past loves, making separation even more painful. In the end, the pursuit of a chance for reunion, however unlikely, keeps the flame of hope and lost love alive.

The song 'Tsuioku Merry Go Round' is a powerful exploration of nostalgia, pain, and hope that accompany the loss of love. Through its metaphors and poetic imagery, the song captures the essence of human emotions, becoming a moving and universal piece about the experience of love and loss.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Kenpachi Zaraki (Bleach) Chapter 6

"(Y/N)-chan we have to keep running!”

“Tarou I-I can’t..” You whimper.

Your feet were bruised and beaten. He wasn't any better. You were exhausted and hungry.

“Just leave me behind.” You sobbed.

Growing up here was tough. You truly thought that as you got older you would be stronger. Both of you had promised to join the squad barracks as soul reapers. The hope was to lead a life that was more useful.

Tarou kneeled, giving you a gentle smile. You could hear the screams of the hollow in the distance, and you flinched. He took your hands.

“I’m not going to leave you, because becoming reapers wasn’t the only promise I made.” He lifted you into his arms as he guided you to a covered area, and when he tucked you in the bark of a broken off tree, you were confused.

“T-Tarou..?”

He just grinned.

“I’m going to become a strong reaper, a captain. Then the both of us are going to get married and live happily ever after.” You blushed at the statement, and he leaned forward, leaving a kiss on the top of your head. When he pulled away, your tears came streaming down.

“I’ll definitely make you fall for me and make you my bride. “

He stood, and you reached out, but he was already running off in the direction of the hollow.

“Ta..rou..TARAOU!!!!”

Your eyes fix on the stone before you, the scribble of words written on it.

Tarou (L/N).

He’d died so young.

“I’m sorry we never got that happy ending. I wish I could have given you more than just my last name. You deserved so much more.”

You’d managed to crawl out of the forest. When the reapers finally showed up, it was too late. All you could see was the blood that covered his body. It hurt. More than you wanted to accept.

That was probably the moment that you decided that fighting for others was a waste of time. He’d given up his life for you. Deprived himself of a future over a dream he never had a chance to achieve. Coming here used to bring you nothing but pain.

But everything was different now.

You are different now.

“I met someone, Tarou. You would like him. He’s a bit of a loose canon. Kind of like you were when we were kids. He’s really bad at focusing on anything that isn’t related to fighting. But he has someone that he cares about more than his own life. Someone he lives to protect. Kind of like how you always did for me. I guess hearing me gush over another guy would make you a little jealous huh.” You laugh, rubbing your neck.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m still a bit oblivious.”

The wind tossed your robes.

“(Y/N)-san?”

The voice in the background catches you by surprise.

“Hanataro?”

He’s holding a bouquet of flowers and his eyes moved to the grave stone.

“You knew Tarou-san?”

You’re shocked that he does.

“W-We grew up together.” You explain.

“I had no idea. Tarou-kun protected me a lot when we were in Rukongai. I always thought it was because we looked so similar. “

The resemblance was prominent. It’s possible they could have been brothers and just never knew. You were all orphans after all.

It sort of makes sense now.

Hanataro places the flowers down.

“I really looked up to him. A part of me always wanted to be like him.” You look over at Hanataro.

“You are just like him.He wasn’t very strong either. “

Your words catch his attention.

“Despite his limits, he used every breath in his body to protect me. Down to the very end. I guess that’s why somewhere along the way I stopped caring. “

Hantaro listens attentively.

“I used to be hopeful and full of belief in the cause, but when I lost him I lost that. Reapers that I knew in those times weren’t all good. There were some really cruel ones that took advantage of their power. They didn’t protect us like they said they would. At some point I..I became just like them.” You pressed a hand to your face.

“He would probably hate who I turned out to be.”

You were disappointed in yourself.

“I don’t believe that. I think he would be proud that you figured out how to protect again. “

Hanataro’s words make you look up.

“You lost someone special, it’s natural that you would feel hurt and lose hope. But despite what you believe in, both times you thought I was in danger you threw yourself in front of it to save me. You’re a hero. “

His smile is warm, and you can’t help but return it. You grab him by the shoulder ruffling his hair.

“You really are just like him, you softie.”

“(Y/N)-chan stop it, you're messing up my hair!!”

It was nice hearing those words.

~

After the visit, you walk back with Hanataro feeling refreshed. You only slow down when the familiar head of green hair pops out.

“There you are Hanataro! I was worried.” She runs in giving him a hug.”

“I’m fine Fuka-chan.”

Somehow the moment reminds you of the way you always clung to Tarou.

When her eyes turn to you, she’s glaring at you.

“D-Do you have a crush on Hana-kun!! I’m not going to give him up to anyone!!”

Hanataro panics, cheeks flushed.

“F-Fuka-chan w-what are you saying!!”

“I don't have a crush on him.” You state.

“Then why are you always around him! You must have feelings for him.”

Your eyes drift over his form, and the words he spoke that day to protect his friend seem to run through your head.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.”

It was admirable.

“He reminds me of someone that I used to know. Someone I cared about. Family.”

The sadness reflected shocks her. Fuka takes a step forward, no longer on the defensive. She bows

“P-Please continue to protect him!”

You aren’t fully sure, but it feels like she realizes it. When she straightens there’s a sense of understanding in her eyes. Like she knows what you’ve been through. It’s weird and comforting in a sense.

“I’ll do my best.”

[moonshadowmystique]

When Love Comes Too Late: A Lesson in Embracing What Matters

There’s a moment that keeps replaying in my mind—a moment I can never take back, no matter how much I wish I could. The realization that I loved him didn’t come in a grand, cinematic epiphany. It crept in slowly, with quiet whispers of "what if?" and "why didn’t I see this before?"

We were friends, or so I thought. We laughed together, shared late-night conversations, and leaned on each other through hard times. I always admired how kind he was, how he seemed to understand me in ways no one else did. But I never let my mind wander too far. We were friends, and that’s all it could be—until I realized it wasn’t.

I noticed it when he started to drift away. Maybe it was the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore, or how our conversations became shorter, less frequent. A part of me wondered if he had met someone else, and my chest tightened at the thought. That’s when it hit me. The feeling I couldn’t name before. The pull that was always there. I was in love with him.

But it was too late.

He had already moved on, found someone who saw what I hadn’t, someone who cherished him in ways I now longed to. All those moments we spent together came flooding back—times when he looked at me just a little too long, when he laughed a little too hard at my jokes, when his touch lingered. I saw it all in a different light, but it was a light that had dimmed for him.

I wanted to tell him. I thought maybe I could undo the distance that had grown between us. But what could I say? “I think I loved you all along, and I didn’t realize until you were gone”? It felt too selfish, too unfair. So I stayed quiet, and he stayed gone.

I often wonder if he knew. If, in some small way, he sensed it but got tired of waiting for me to catch up. I wish I had told him sooner. I wish I had let myself see what was right in front of me before it slipped through my fingers.

Now, I live with the bittersweet memory of what could have been. And as much as it hurts, I’ve learned something valuable from it all: love should never be ignored or taken for granted. If you feel it, even in the smallest of ways, don’t wait. Don’t assume there’s time. Because sometimes, when you finally realize the truth, it’s already too late.

And that’s a regret you carry with you, one that lingers long after the chance to make it right has passed.

[oldwinesoul]

[bellasartweird]

"All I ever did was hate your laugh And burned all the things we had When he took me in phases  And it drove my heart so crazy The things we killed midday,  Or how we never stayed,  Or how most of my poems are just listing things  In a pushy, psychotic form."

-Isabella Lamberty, Make-believe Funerals

[chkwritings]

Terrible Premonition 

Every day I fear losing you more.

I feel it coming.

The end looms like a storm on the horizon.

Far enough to be nothing more than an idle thought,

Yet close enough to feel the shift in the atmosphere.

The smell of rain fills the air,

While the humidity weighs me down like a blanket.

All warning signs of the inevitable.

When the storm finally comes,

It will was the world clean,

Taking you along with it. 

[ladyliisa]

Akand's loss.

I wrote some fanart after my Dragonborn monk lost Lae’zel. He had not a lot of charisma, no matter how many times I reloaded I couldn't change her turning on him. So I wrote this. -*-

Down below the halls of the Rosymon monastery, muffled by layers of earth and ancient stone walls, a scream of sorrow and pain echoed through the darkness. The cry, filled with anguish, spoke of a broken heart and a shattered chance for love, all consequences of his love's unyielding stubbornness and rigid worldview. The dimly lit chamber was strewn with the lifeless bodies of gith, their innards painting the floor a gruesome red. In the midst of the carnage, Akand, a copper-scaled dragonborn, cradled Lae’zel in his arms. She was a gith like the others, yet she was the one who had captured his heart. Her angry words, declaring their time together a mistake, had cut him deeply, filling him with both sorrow and rage.

Akand felt a hand on his shoulder, pressing down gently on the fabric of his robes. He heard Shadowheart take in a breath but refrained from speaking.

"Friend, we can’t stay. We need to leave or that queen of theirs will surely send more of her followers than we can handle down here," Gale said, a tint of worry in his voice.

"Every single gith in here will pay for her death. By my hands, I will send them to meet their god, their undead queen. Why didn’t she listen to me? Why did she side with them? Why did she raise and aim her blade at us?"

Akand hugged the unmoving body of Lae’zel. He had tried to bring her back to life unsuccessfully without the spell working. Anger filled his body for having lost her. Without a word, Akand stood up with Lae’zel in his arms, giving her to Karlach.

"I appreciate you coming here. Without you following us, getting out of here would be harder."

"We soldiers stick together. I had a feeling I was needed."

Akand looked at his party of friends, took a step up the stairs to lead them out of here alive, and every remaining gith dead. This place wasn’t theirs; it had been taken over, turned into a Crèche. It was up to him as a fellow monk to cleanse the halls of Lathander’s believers. Perhaps Rosymon monastery would be rebuilt without the stinking gith.

Gale stood in silence weaving a spell to shield him from a crossbow bolt. He looked at Akand, both in awe and fear, as his dragonborn ally ran around the hallways, pummeling heads down into the stone, shoving them closer to Shadowheart’s circle of spiritual guardians to burn in radiant light. Karlach swung her blade nearby where Gale stood, trying to keep out of the majority of the battle chaos.

"He will regret this course of action!"

"Steady on, soldier. Better his rage is aimed at them than on us."

Before Gale could reply to Karlach, another bolt flew towards him but missed. Gale retorted by sending over a globe of acid, splashing the gith as well as the floor around them.

"Above you, Karlach!"

"On it!"

As the sun began to set around the monastery, Akand gently lifted Lae’zel in his blood-covered hands and arms. His rage was subdued for the moment, tears threatening to pour out at any moment. His emotions were in turmoil, unbalanced.

"Wait here."

Out on an empty patch of ground overlooking the monastery with a grand view of the open sky, Akand placed his love down. In silence, he kissed her once warm lips before placing stones around her, carefully covering her body with earth, vines, and flowers. He sat down at her feet, silently praying as tears streamed down his face in sorrow.

"I never thought of us as a mistake. You will never be a mistake. I will always love you, Lae’zel."

Akand sat still, meditating to calm his mind, turning the turmoil in his body to a calm ocean breeze instead of the raging storm. Perhaps he could return after they found out about what was happening at the Moonrise Tower, rebuild the temple to its former glory along with the worshipers of Lathander.

"We need to head to camp."

Akand heard Shadowheart’s voice; it was soft and calm. He nodded in reply, taking a deep breath of the mountain air before standing up. Akand's view from the monastery was breathtaking. 

The monastery itself seemed to blend seamlessly with its surroundings, painting a picture of serene beauty and tranquility. He was not looking forward to descending into the Underdark after witnessing this magical scenery. The thought of leaving this haven of natural splendor for the dark, foreboding depths below filled him with a sense of dread and reluctance.

[mindstack]

Does she know that i sought her in all things?

[heartstrings-and-hauntings]

Fragile Canvas

Who is there when not loving? Who exists if not giving? A taped-together heart, held out, Hoping it will be taken, Seen like a priceless work of art— Something to be admired, Never touched.

Because the moment it is, Everything falls apart.

Tears of acceptance fall, Breaths of doubt are drawn. How can someone so wonderful, Hold broken pieces in hand, And not see that putting them together Is a waste of time?

Once the whole picture is seen, Departure feels inevitable. The puzzle, complete, No longer new or shiny— Just a worn-out puzzle with missing pieces, In a worn-out box, Lost but never found.