#fragmented poetry

[fragmentedpoet]

what a marvelous thing it is, to be loved

enveloped in safety

to know that you are closely cherished

two souls, spiraling around each other in holy friendship

a sisterhood with one not blood

but kindred in spirit

the emerald to a ruby

the sunlight to a leaf

the pebble to a river

raising each other’s mountains

a circle of trust

and deep affection

“shall we grow old together?”

“we shall.”

[un-usuario-mas-xd]

Deje de escribir, me perdí. Olvidé la inspiración y ahora, vuelvo a regresar a ti.

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”

[mournfulroses]

Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[kiisuuumii]

Dorothea Lasky, from "Misunderstood," in Thunderbird

[wordedarchive]

It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

[heartssarrow]

- Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet

[sunshinesere]

Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone / This is How You Lose the Time War

[fragmentedpoet]

crystalline flakes on bare knuckles

softly cold

[un-usuario-mas-xd]

Porque entender el amor es así, debes soltar, debes dejar en libertad.

Claro, nadie te enseña como hacer eso. Ahora, me toca soltar a la persona que más he amado por mi propia culpa. Cometí errores sin antes comenzar la relación. Fui desleal. Fallé. Y me arrepiento. También entendí que, ser honestos y transparentes no funcionó. Pero entonces, ¿Que hice mal? ¿Acaso ella prefería una mentira? Yo no le mentí. Fui honesta. Entonces he entendido que también decir la verdad está mal.

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You Were”

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from "Aphrodite Made Me Do It," originally published in 2019

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

[fairydrowning]

"The day was beautiful, warm and clear. It was the end of August."

– Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov