What is it about you that haunts me?
I let you go so I can set you free. You meant everything to me and we were forever, But it isn't our time to be together. I was completely lost before I met you. You gave me reason to live and direction to follow. But now we're back at square one, And the loneliness has already begun. I promised you I'd never leave. You promised never to let go of me. Yet here we are, far apart in distance and in thought. I wonder how we'd be if we hadn't fought. Blocking is a blessing, and you used it well. I regret my decision, now I'm in ****. A life without you, is no life at all. I just wish you'd pick up my call. With several attempts I lost faith. I think it's goodbye, this is our fate. I'll always wonder if I made a mistake, If I could've avoided all our heartache. -Wayward❤
I didn't really know how else to let go of my emotions. Its really bad, I agree, but I needed some sort of an outlet for the hurt I was feeling. Much love.
*Update* It's really sad that so many of you can relate to this poem. I'm so sorry for whatever you're going through. Stay safe loves!
We're awakened to our insatiable longing for heaven
through both beauty and the painful marring of it. For beauty hints to us of that for which we are truly made, and its marring shouts that we are truly not meant to find it here. We can be eternally grateful for beauty lost when we realize that it's one of the great secret-tellers of the universe. Still we fear it so and often fear even to hope for the beauty itself, though they are a necessary cycle that fuels us on and drives us home. We cannot deny or diminish our intense longing for beauty-- to see it and have it and be it, and we cannot pretend that its dreadful loss does not press down upon us like a crushing weight. We must let it crush us until our ache for heaven is excruciating.
Fall for them Over And over Drown in oceans stormy grey Lost in forests emerald green To get drunk inside and snap away to sober An underground lake cavern A still, silver cargo ship docked by the bay A sky and sea beyond the windows 2pm on a shady spring day Catching a glint in the light I find my teeth biting my thumb Oh god how I love to gaze In what you use to gaze apon
Targeted towards absolutely anyone with eyes, at all
i see your silence
in barren branches on winter trees, silhouette fingers grabbing at the pregnant moon
There’s a silverback haze
on the shallow face of the Rockwell Ridge folded brow puzzled chin and dark hollow eyes keeping watch over the lilies and crane flies and will of the wisp Rust brown ravens and fisher kings delight in the reeds off north bend (chased by the terraced streams!) youth blades engrain on the favoured and historic Banka Memorial Mustard and pumpkin skies are clipped by a call from the resident loon the sounds of Buddha Bar piercing the silence and shaping the afternoon chord It’s a time to make way (stream side) seems the anuran are courting
Tomorrow never comes
Today is always yesterday Time is forever on the run Becoming lost; Wasting away Surrounded by the void But darkness not why I am rattled From this question, can't avoid Do I belong amongst the shadows? Back and forward I will peer While staying blind to what's ahead I am engulfed and filled with fear Unsure what's real or in my head
Written: June 10, 2018
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