#excerpt from a book i'll never finish

[thesewordsaremymusings]

“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”

-m.n.

[beforeyearning]

the yearning has to be unique. click for better quality, transcript under cut.

THE YEARNING HAS TO BE UNIQUE, otherwise, it would be the rantings of another madman, a lonely one at that,

it needs to be elevated to an artform—the intricacies of which is lost on me.

bonded to the whims of wants, even with another mouth & stomach, the

yearning cannot be fed in any meaningful manner. where there is light,

there is dark and in the dark, there is promise of light, so now you know

where it is i reside. in your eyes, there’s a discrepancy between the ‘you’

in the mirror & the ‘you’ in these poems, and you wonder what lives in

the distance between, apart a million poems, if it’s a walkable route, i’m

contractually obligated to tell you there is no difference, but you wouldn’t

believe me. you're more of a look-out-the-window kind of person to see

if it’s raining instead of the weather app on your phone. you deal only in

absolutes, and facts you can ascertain to. at the end of whatever this is,

there’ll be two bodies, enough love to displace an ocean with, the

ownership percentages will be up for debate—the mechanism in which

the way i become religious when sunlight kisses your skin, is not.

[thebunnednun]

When you love somebody, you don’t get to pick their flaws. 

You have to embrace the whole of them—the good and the bad.

Everybody has flaws. The love you feel for that person's light has to be strong enough to withstand their darkness, because everyone has a shadow. Loving someone means accepting that their darker aspects might touch you too, and while those flaws don’t necessarily define who they are, they don’t stop existing either. 

Love isn’t about perfection; it’s about understanding and navigating the hard stuff together.

It’s about loving despite the bad because good will overcome it. 

-Angellica

[myselfishworld]

Even in my world of selfishness, her name stood up thousand times.

H.K on Time Doesnt Heal

[lost-in-time-marie]

The Story of a Great Love

I finished another story today. A love story. Of course, as if I would want a different story now all these years later. This story wrenches my heart in two and twists the pieces for good measure. I think the ending was meant to be happy, but it felt like a tragedy. Everyone gets their happy ending, their other to spend their life with. Save for the devil, who loses a lifetime with the family he fought so hard to make. And sure, his love finds the devil again in the end, in the afterlife they spend the rest of time together. And maybe that seemed like a fair deal to them, eternity in exchange for one human lifetime, practically a blip on the radar when compared to the promise of forever. But even god got to have a life, got to raise a son, got to be there for him. But not the devil.

I can’t help but see myself as his love, raising his daughter all alone. She’s angry she was abandoned by her father, she feels sorry for me when I tell her how much her father loved us both and sacrificed so much. I imagine all the cold and lonely nights, the arguments, the milestones, hard decisions and celebrations. I can feel her ache, deep and cutting as she just misses him, as she begins to forget the way he smells and the way he feels. And I couldn’t help but silently scream to myself at the agony of it all, the unfairness. Why is it that all the great loves are tragedies? Why is it that great loves don’t exist anymore? Why don’t people die for each other anymore? Live and suffer and sacrifice for each other? I can’t imagine what it’s like to be loved like that. There’s no room for it in the world anymore, we razed all the land and filled up every square inch with everything and anything else, and now the world is too grey for something so colorful, so alive anymore.

I wonder if it’s possible to lose a piece of your soul, to be born without it. To be born with a longing so powerful it cuts to the core, the rot of loneliness already embedded in you, as real in your flesh as a birthmark. How can I be the only one feeling all this overwhelming and beautiful and cursed love?

~K.

[shittonofapples]

A week has passed since I locked away my heart.

I already feel lighter, with their memories no longer floating above my head like the ghosts of balloons which were popped long ago.

They are always with me.

My first girl, J, with her ivory black hair and her full eyes, her melodic voice and her tinkering chuckle.

My first love, P, with his wide smile and friendly face, his love for making everything a game and racing everywhere.

My first orgasm, A, with his long golden hair and piercings everywhere, his rock music and his slow way to talk.

My first coincidence, R, with his honey curls, green eyes and sweet smile, his taste so similar to mine and his everlasting way of critiquing everything in a film.

My first crush after finding myself, An, with her redish curly locks, her daring dark eyes and her hourglass figure... her devilish smirk, her love for chaos and for loving almost everything I love.

I carry them with me wherever I go, my beloved almosts and yet nevers, the people who took a piece of my heart with them and whom I wonder if they think of me once in a while. I wish for them the entirety of the happiness they desire, I wish for them to be fulfilled and healed and surrounded by love... I wished I could have been one of the people there to love them, and I wonder if in other universes I am. I wonder if its true, what is said in Spider-Man! If there are infinite versions of me and how many of those versions get to be by their sides.

This version, nevertheless, is... just here. Meeting people I love endlessly and losing them all the same. Destined to be alone.

Art by: @reindrawsapples on IG

[mrly]

you had an accent hard to understand and love that only found it’s way to the line between two things. i never blamed you for hugging me with torn hands. i knew what your arms were longing to say - stay here, forever, the house is yours and the world will always be there, spinning. stay here, with me and do not grow out of my embrace. stay here and i will learn to love you the right way, all over again

[sisyphuswrites]

I feel myself yearning for the past, for the relief of comfort, of the known.

Back when we were young, our smiles reached our eyes.

I long for those summer days,

when our small cities seemed infinite, where the sun was free from any obstruction.

Our backs, noses and thighs tender from its touch.

I miss the feeling of being in control, that I could solve any problem that came our way, not being forced to watch my failures slip away.

Now my mind is a graveyard of memories, watching them like watching an old home video, pure but tainted from time, the quality slowly beginning to give out, being left with nothing more than the sting of the present,

an everlasting mark from those far off summer days.

—

Sunburnt

[mai-library]

The thing about my brother and me is that he should hate me. But he doesn't. But he really really should. The thing about the two of us is that I stole his birthright. I ripped it out from under him, not intentionally, but that's just the way it fell. The thing about my brother is that he is not my father's son, and that meant to them all that I was above him. But he is my brother and any being that tries to harm him, will find themselves impaled on the edge of my sword. 

~things I wrote at my job I hate instead of doing my job: part 46

[princessropebunni92]

You feel so far away

[thesewordsaremymusings]

“And when you see some version of me again in your dreams, I hope she mouthes ‘fuck you, forever,’ but then I hope she asks for your forgiveness.”

-m.n. | “I have no title this time, only my heartbreak.”

[jacuzziwrites]

I want to tell you how much I love you but the feelings bubble up inside of me and implode before I get a word out.

[fantasyracoon]

We are no longer good for eachother. It was beautiful while it lasted. But now its war with our clenched fists and stabbing words. Its not just you, its me too. Even when there's nothing to fight about I catch myself angry, blaming you. But you're no angel either. Waiting for me like a lion hunting its prey, you jump out and attack.

[myselfishworld]

There are some form of love that hurtfull to do, but I have to. And sometimes I feel addicted to it.

H.K on Time Doesn’t Heal

[lost-in-time-marie]

It was a grey and overcast afternoon, as I sat outside breathing the cool, humid air, ripe with the heavy rain soon to come, and I thought to myself, there is still pain in my heart, but for the first time, I feel like I can live with it.

~K.

[shittonofapples]

I hit him in the hand, a warning from me to both of us. I was not feeling happy with that friendship, and he was making a move on her, and my friend had already rejected him. I should've just watched, but the hit was because I shouldn't just watch. I should've moved on. I should've left. I should've looked away. How could I have looked away when she... she and I.. but we are nothing. I should not be anything to her anymore, why do I keep seeing her as a damsel in distress when she brought him onto herself? He is HER problem, I shouldn't put myself between her and her consequences. Stop protecting her from herself. Especially when, afterwards, she sides with him and insults my ways to cope.

And, now, ladies and gentlemen... I give you "THE DOG THAT DOES NOT BITE ANYMORE"

DO NOT TELL ME I AM CHILDISH for wanting to disappear from his radar, from where he aims. DO NOT TELL ME I AM BEING IMMATURE OR DUMB for wanting to flee from a problem you created with your desires and backing up. You brought this man to your entree and I was dumb enough to let you put me in between. I am dumb, yes, but not yours to use. I am childish, maybe, but you have no right to call me so when you are as immature as me. I am a coward, yes, but not more than you that backs away after creating the chaos you so crave. I will stay away, I will now back the fuck up, let you deal with every monster you arouse and I will not intervene when you want an out. Scratch yourself with your own nails now, cause me? Honey, I am no longer your escape route. I am a child, a dumb little dog that will no longer bite, will not growl and will not protect your bloody house. Let them all in, sure, let them be inside your home, just leave me out of the mess when they come to steal even your garden gnome.