She asked me what it’s like to fall in love with someone that previously lost their first love to Grim.
I explained that unlike other couples that work together to lay one brick on another to make their own home.
I’ve been repairing a house after it was bombed. This house had marks from the bombing here and there. Deep down in her heart there is a room title first love.
It’s a room I should never open up even if everyone in this world opens up to look at it.
I’ll set my foundation in this home. And remind her that while repairing this house. She won’t have to worry about remodeling ever being done on that room….
Jun 24, 2024
Jun 24, 2024 at 4:03 AM UTC
There are stories in her voice.
I just hope all of them ended with Happily Ever After.
Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 8:37 PM UTC
She told me it was like a thick fog. Orphan clouds that will never see the world from above. The way she described her blindness was like taking the next step in hope it doesn't lead you off the cliff.
She saw the world through her hands. Her touch gave her the canvas, while her mind was the paint brush. Yet, she wanted to see it all. Surgery was the only option.
My Past Self Asked: "What didn't you know back then?"
My Present Self Answered: "I know now that love hurts as much as it heals. I made a
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𝐑eassurance
𝐎pening
𝐌emories
𝐈ntroducing
𝐒timulated
𝐄xpectations
to be there for her eye surgery. I'll be the first face she sees, but I wasn't there for her. So she only saw herself.......... she only saw the world without me in it."
Nov 19, 2022
Nov 19, 2022 at 1:50 PM UTC
Love? Oh, no, I strive for your addiction. The impact I leave on your life will have you always comparing me to your future boyfriend. You will continue to drown their insecurities with my superior achievements. So, just like your shadow you will never get rid of me even in your sunny days.
Sep 12, 2022
Sep 12, 2022 at 7:32 PM UTC
~𝘛~𝘳𝘺
~𝘙~𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨
~𝘈~𝘸𝘢𝘺
~𝘜~𝘳
~𝘔~𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
~𝘈~𝘳𝘦
~𝘛~𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
~𝘐~𝘯
~𝘊~𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴
~𝘔~𝘪𝘯𝘥-𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨
~𝘌~𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦
~𝘔~𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨
~𝘖~𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺
~𝘙~𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
~𝘐~𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦
~𝘌~𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭
~𝘚~𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞🦁 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒹𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭👄. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲🍔🍷. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝💰. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡🦥. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡⚡. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲🐍 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈' 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈.
𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓢𝓲𝓷.
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 5:01 PM UTC
Oh, magic mirror on the wall, who is the one I see before?
A mirror is set to reflect my present self. If so, why do I see portions of my past and evidence of my future. Is there a contradiction in this glass surface.
The bags underneath my eyes shows my sleep deprived past. The hair on my face shows my bearded future. Yet the sound of my heart beat shows my living present.
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 11:02 PM UTC
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✵✹✰✧★✴
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎.
✵✹✰✧★✴
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Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 10:55 PM UTC
You say you know better. You have been on this Earth longer than me.
You saw the culmination of faults write the books I've read in school.
You saw the Moon go many shades and the Sun still light your life.
You act like a giant and say I stand upon your shoulders.
Yet, the water is still above my head.
The sacrifices you made weren't enough to afford me a life vest.
So, I'm drowning...maybe....just maybe I'll drown your demons along with mine.
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 8:33 PM UTC
The stones of my ancestors will not be turned over by my descendants.
For Time has been the concept of an illusion, the perception of what is and isn't.
For Love has been in everything, from pleasure to pain it is still present.
For Death has been the collector, writing away the essences that are here and therefor.
So while eons pass, be sure to remember me and notice the collateral beauty.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 11:19 PM UTC