#loveandpain
Love, time, life—
all heavy things to hold inside one fragile heart.
We spend our days searching through people,
through kisses, through pain, through the dark
beneath ourselves; hoping some beautiful soul
will finally make the emptiness feel less empty.
And maybe that’s why the mind never rests—
thoughts chasing dreams, dreams chasing peace,
tears & hope sleep beside each other every night.
Still— despite broken moments, cold silence,
and all the weight we carry, we keep growing
toward light like human beings were made
to survive by feeling deeply.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC
You took my wedding day away from me.
Even though you have forgotten about me
I have never forgotten about you.
Someone has even taken your place
And I'm torn in two
Because he was always there
When you never were.
He is the rightful owner of the title
But **** my heart
I can't bring myself to hurt you
In the same way that you have hurt me.
When I think about that special day
In the future
I feel a pain because
Although I know who deserves to walk me down the aisle
I can't imagine having you just sit off to the side
Feeling horrible because you never lived up to who you were supposed to be for me
I'm a fool
It should be easy
But every time,
Every time I think about that day
Instead of feeling joy
I just feel pain and heart ache.
So I have decided,
I won't ever have one.
It's hard to choose between the one that loves you with a fullness in their heart
Versus the one who could never love with depth even though they are blood.
You took that day from me.
I don't want to break your heart
Even though you so easily broke mine.
At the end of the day,
He is my dad through and through
But there was a time that I remembered where you were once my dad too.
Now I see
Princesses grow up
And fairy tales were never real.
You taught me that.
And you took my wedding day away from me.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 6:08 PM UTC
millions of red threads
and yet the one that holds significance
tied around the little finger,
hooking me to you.
_the red string theory—_
fragile, probably a lie,
but doesn't it make you cherry?
glitter on my hands,
i'm no angel but i leave behind what i couldn't mend.
it sparkles, everywhere i hold you close—
skin placid, hissing almost under touch.
throw glances, lips curving to a smile,
you're enchanting, flickering alive.
_what can i help with?_
give away all i breathe,
i'll hand over all my pills,
stop injecting myself with words i can't speak,
pause inflicting pain upon scars that you won't ever seek.
dim lightning, darkened horizons,
drugged-up eyes, seeing through the glimmer.
my vision fades every time the needle pierces—
through my skin, i feel it pulsing,
leaving behind the sensation that slowly dulls away everything.
heaven and back, while rotting on the same couch,
i breathe in the smoke, ashes turning grey.
my hair sticks to my skin as i sweat through the blaze.
rehab never taught me how to exist.
being so undone, the remedy is sick.
prescriptions changing,
seldom any constants.
syringes filled with all that remains far from legal—
they call them drugs, is love any far behind in evil?
the kind of touch that leaves traces once it's gone,
hallucinations scripting out desires and thoughts and scenes that couldn't become.
withdrawal makes me crawl, no cure that could stop this spiral.
once the highs have been lived through,
the crash arrives as an aching breakthrough.
i cry in gemstones that rest in the corners of my eyes—
sitting, waiting, you can't detach them.
they strain towards permanence every time i sigh.
the back of the cab is filled with the blazing neons,
and it drifts through the street laced in LEDs and glistening homes.
i've got a pink heart vision,
the glasses leaving me to see stars on every face that carries
even the slightest seed of doubt—
anxiety etched to the masses,
they still envision.
i despise you've brought me back to this feeling—
the one i ran from, escaped, returned only to attach.
got me doing, fawning, sniffing white powder turning black.
my phone screen blips, lightning up,
the name repeating as i listen to the night come alive.
i'm too high, way too high to reply.
i tell you i was sleeping,
forgive me for my disguise.
cheap—cheap _cheap._
i overdosed the wrong kind.
i look down at the bill,
see the name that wasn't meant to stay in the will.
the wrong wrong _wrong_ addiction.
you failed me, cursed me, broke me—
it's my turn to accept this affliction.
shouldn't have—should have.
don't regret—all i do is regret.
ended, stopped, relapsed—now it's all _red._
the stick in white in between my fingers,
lit at the end, vapour rising to the flimsy night air.
i sit on the sidewalk, watch the vehicles pass—
too dazed to care.
i'll stop existing, leaving no traces.
this shirt doing much less to stop the cold as it caresses my skin,
blankets the wounds, takes away all that i fear.
i shall move, get up, throw away the burnt-out ****
walk away, the bottoms of my converses heading down the road to nowhere.
you won't even bother to map out the path.
i just know,
the cruelty and the false lies have long since encompassed you whole.
see what i am,
but you are way beyond my control.
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
कसं सांगू तुला,
मनात काय चाललंय
ज्वालामुखीचा उद्रेक झालाय,
सारं आभाळ फुटलंय
भावना पुरात गेल्यात वाहून,
प्रेमाचा पडलाय दुष्काळ
द्वेषाच्या वादळाच्या थैमानाने,
दुःखाचा पडलाय सुकाळ
तू नाकारून मला,
खूप मोठी चूक केलीस
माझ्या प्रेमाच्या चिंध्या करून,
तू निघून गेलीस
दुःखाच्या वादळाचा झटका,
नक्कीच बसेल तुला
आयुष्यात द्वेषाच्या सुनामीनंतर,
प्रेमाचं महत्त्व कळेल तुला
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
Love wasn’t soft with us.
It was claws and knives,
a hunger in your eyes
that bled every time we touched.
You whispered sweet lies
but I heard the truth—
your love was a shadow
waiting to swallow me whole.
I didn’t leave.
I let you carve your name
into my skin
because I believed
that if I bled enough,
you’d finally be real.
But love,
like ******
always leaves evidence.
And now, I can’t erase
the bloodstains
of you
from my heart.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 2:10 AM UTC
a beautiful smile
penetrated my blunt heart;
the pain felt knifelike.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC
The weight of your words..
Keep me up at night...
You point,
The edges of your fingers cut sharper than any knife,
Slicing the space we used to fill with laughter and light.
Your hands are inert,
Hungry for heat,
Yet instead of reaching, they hover,
Like ghosts in a room where warmth has fled.
Each sigh, a boulder,
That drops into the stillness and
Unfurls like tangled weeds,
Choking the garden of us.
I wonder, do you think love flourishes in the shadows of blame?
Do you think it's fruits bloom where bitterness breathes like an old memory?
Yet, here I remain — rooted,
Waiting for you to look up,
To step out of the darkness,
To meet me, halfway..
In that golden sliver of effort,
Where silence can wrap us in a cradle,
A refuge,
Not a battlefield.
The weight of your words..
Keep me up at night...
But the hope in my heart...
Give me just enough to stay another day.
-realness and rhyme x Nachii
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
If you seek a love,
That sits neatly, pressed smooth as linen,
I cannot give you that,
Because true love - is wild.
It is as untamed as fire,
And it dances with the wind.
It is a patchwork of wounds,
Broken promises, mistakes and dreams,
It is heavy with the weight of unspoken things.
It is silent sighs stitched together in laughter,
And tears like summer storms on cracked pavements.
Its is daunting daydreams and many sleepless nights woven into one another.
And yes, our hearts will stumble,
And fumble through shadows,
Reaching for fragments of warmth and familiarity,
Trying to carve paths to the past through the dark,
And though the fabric frays like an old story,
It’s there, in the seams,
Where we discover a strength,
Raw and real colors that run but never fade,
And at the end,
It’s in that flaw that makes love a beautiful mess,
Its own wild masterpiece.
So if you see fit let us embrace,
The snags and tears,
Treating each thread as a testament to our journey unfurling.
Where there is chaos,
There lies the heartbeat,
Each pulse promising that we are alive.
And in that sacred noise, we find the truth,
Cracked open and brilliant,
A symphony of us....
-realness and rhyme
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 10:57 PM UTC
I want to see you
I want to talk to you
I want to kiss you
I want to hug you
I want to smell your scent
I want to bite you
I want to feel your touch
I want to run my fingers around your
neck like I'm craving for you
I want to hear you breathe
I want to be with you
I want you
and
I need you in my life
I need you not because I can't live
withouth you but because YOU make me HAPPIER
I wish I could be the one.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC