#romace
Ele se foi
Ele foi embora sem fazer barulho.
Sem briga, sem porta batendo, sem aquela cena de cinema onde a gente pelo menos tem a chance de gritar tudo o que ficou entalado.
Ele só se foi...E eu fiquei ali, por horas, por dias, por semanas esperando-o voltar.
O silêncio dele foi mais ensurdecedor do que qualquer adeus poderia ter sido. Porque se ele tivesse dito "acabou" eu teria algo para segurar; uma frase, um motivo, um ponto final que me obrigasse a parar de esperar.
Mas ele não me deu nada. Ele me deixou suspensa no ar, igual aquelas promessas que ele me fazia enquanto olhava no fundo dos meus olhos.
A dor não é bonita, a dor não tem dignidade.
Ele foi se esvaziando aos poucos para caber no amor que ele tinha para me dar. Disse a mim mesma que era cansaço, que todo relacionamento tinha altos e baixos. Inventei desculpas para ele dentro da minha cabeça. "Está tudo bem apenas um dia estressante".
Mesmo sabendo agora, mesmo sabendo disso...Mesmo com o peito doendo, se ele volta hoje, se bater em minha porta com os olhos marejados e ar de desculpa, eu vou abrir.
Eu vou abrir outra vez.
E vou acreditar de novo.
Até porque a gente não desaprende a ter fé naquilo que matou a gente. A gente só sangra até aprender a sangrar calado.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC
Most girls think of boy bands.
Most girls think of heart throbbs
But they are shallow
I am not like Most girls
My crush was not with a throbbed
Or a boy singer
But with a doctor
A Most unusual
Was there something wrong with
Me
At the f**king time
I will never know.
I am not like Most girls
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
Speak of love,
So many hopeless hearts,
With none to give.
Something to dream they'll find,
When they aren't even sure what to look for.
Find it on your own first.
Otherwise, you'll just end up hurting others
Or hurting worse.
Jun 17, 2024
Jun 17, 2024 at 12:54 PM UTC
I need you in my life, baby
The only productive addiction in my future is to your proximity
A decade of scattered sorrows is but an aching blink when I’m with you
You manifest what I could never say or feel without the fear of exile
Rom-Coms hold no candle or wick to our story
Proposals would only seem like trivial when it comes to you and I
We’re closer than nostalgia and episodic memory
closer than gods and their devotees
closer than the dawn and dusk
when nine to fives carry you through a day
Yet despite our bond
only I can hear you, see you, feel you, think you
So with baited breath I speak your name, or at least what you are known as:
Imagination.
Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 3:18 PM UTC
Saw you waiting for her,
Saw you fighting for her,
While I am
Busy waiting for you,
Been wanting to be with you,
Even if I wait million years,
Can you tell me if I deserve you?
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 10:15 AM UTC
drunk on a feeling we know wont last
knowing the end is near
closing our eyes pretending we dont see it
u hear the glass shaterring hearts breaking
its something we cant let go of
its what i have been living for
how do we leave it when its all we need
i am under a spell
when i see u under the stars i forget about the troubles in the world
i forget about i have been through
why cant we stop the time
lay here with me until my breathing stops
i wanna make u smile when u are crying remembering the people that hurt u
i wanna hold ur hand when it gets cold
i wanna find u
wanna spend all my time with u
i miss u even tho i have never met u
wonder if we will ever meet
just know i have loved u longer than u can imagine
longed for u more than u think
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 11:36 AM UTC
We are not destined for prosperity.
Of this, I am sure.
Our destiny is akin to the butchers calf.
But, if you'd allow me.
Just one naive wish.
One human desire.
I ask for happiness.
For old age and pained limbs.
For many years of arguing and conflict.
For struggle and hunger.
Give me years.
If not prosperity give me this.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 7:32 AM UTC
I must give you fair warning as I sit here contemplating my life
That I am no artist able to cast light and shadow
with the whiskers of a brush
so, I must use words to paint you a picture
of the inside of this broken man’s soul.
Feminine Beauty with hair of night
Seduction is your name and
Romance your contest of choice
You may deal your cards
In this game of chance called life as
I sit here alone upon the corner stool
Love peers in through the sunlit window
Glances my way and moves on as
Seduction lays out her cards of fate.
Loneliness consumes my thoughts
Though none who might observe me will see it
As my thoughts linger among the shadows of my life
None but my close friend destiny
knows of the battles that I have fought
Upon the playground of life
Some won and some lost
Sweet seduction
My heart lies broken
Trampled under the high heels
Of too many a pretty face.
So, my former sweetheart
Romance can no longer entice me
Nor your twin sister flirtation
arouse me.
Notice that I drink water and not wine
For my broken spirit, has not even the strength
To seek solace in that comforter of broken dreams
Alcohol.
With no soul
No meaning in my life
Time slips ever faster across
my lost hopes and forgotten dreams
So forgive me lovely temptress of men’s fate
If I choose to let your cards lie where you have cast them
And walk away.
Years ago, I would have stayed
and enjoyed the game
but then a sister of yours came
to rip out my heart and soul
Who was she? you ask
True love was her name.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
The lavenders sing your name
every time I walk by
It makes me want to run and scream in the other direction
“No! Stop saying his name!” I cry
The lavenders giggle,
for they will not stop
I changed my route, as I would die if I heard their euphoric chants anymore
One day i realize
“I cannot change my daily routine and way of living over a boy who will never love me in a million years”
And so
I go back to scold the lavenders for their taunts
But they are gone
And so are you
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
Follow the rabbit he will take you to happiness
Do not be late, do not miss that date
You could get lost in a sea of confusion
You would be deceived by the ostensible outlook
You could go fetch seven little men
You could be the fairest of them all
Beware of the deep and everlasting sleep
You would be deceived by the apple's red color
Worry about the petals, they are falling so quickly
He will be stuck that forever if you cannot make him love you
Keep an eye on the rose, it is far too beautiful to let go
You will be deceived by the appearance of a beast
Stuck in a tower, do not ever look down
Grow out your hair past the tall brick walls
Spot a good man, make him rescue your heart
You would be deceived by the family relations
Cleaning the bathroom, making the bed
Sneak out to town, be invited to a dance
"Fairy Godmother, please just give me once chance"
You would be deceived by the loss of one shoe
So waiting, I am waiting for an answer to come
Looking for one man to be the one that I want
A fairy-tale ending is nothing I am after
For I would be deceived by the misinterpretations of the story
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
Drink my words
like water
let them flow
through your mind
like a river
waves of pleasure
throughout you
revealing thoughts
yet to be exposed
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
He watched me slay in my black-cropped top,
I wasn’t wearing any underwear,
I bended over, getting my glass of beer on the coffee table.
Man, I wish I could re-live that night.
There was no room for me in the couch.
He offered his seat but I sat on his lap,
And buried my face in his neck.
He asked me what’s wrong, his breath smelled like cigarettes.
He walked me to my unit
He grabbed my hand on 23rd street,
Looked me in the eye and told me how
My existence in his life is worth more than anyone.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
your body is a temple
you are the master, my dear
intruders are forbidden
so why am I here?
I will make you smile
I will gain your trust
and when you hand over your key to me
I will fulfil my lust
your body is a temple
it is my hotel tonight
you take pride in your rooms
I take pride in my sight
I will open your doors
you will give me good service
I will adore
your skin is my furnace
your body is a temple
or so, I agree
so that I can stay for free
and cause you misery
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
"You know what makes every story pretty?" he asked.
"What?"
"Unpredictability. One day, I don't even know how your hands feel; the next, they are all I ever want to hold."
"You know what makes unpredictability pretty?"
"What?" he asked.
"That your every syncopated heartbeat is my love story."
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
This is the glory light
When sore eyes land your sight
And I can see what's ahead
I'll picture you in my bed
With your clothes on the floor
For I want nothing more
Nothing less then your grace
And that smile on your face
When it wakes in the shine
Of the sweet morning time
& I can see in your eyes
That I'm yours and your mine
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Float through the milky way.
Watch a star die.
Ask for a love song from an alien.
Dance around Saturn on it's rings.
Rearrange the stars to spell your name.
Anything for you, My love could fill space.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Made with love,
mixed with body chemistry.
passionate energy.
chemical reaction.
satisfaction guaranteed.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
I haven't been at this dark of a place in years....
As if all my fears coexist into one big giant fist
It's as if all the nightmares I had when I was younger
combined into a flying feature film staring that guy who dies every **** time
I'm that guy if you were wondering
It's over, I've rejoiced with those hollow words too many to count
It's never over
The war has just begun
It's a struggle to look upward when my shoes seem so appealing
But it's the act of wanting you back
that keeps me in a never ending spasm of heart attacks one after another
I know they say god doesn't make junk
But it seriously seems like he half assed most of my personality
Not because I'm not kind or caring
Actually quiet the opposite
I stick around when ever sticks and stones seem like home compared to finding home in you
I stick around when broken bones don't even begin to reach the discomfort of your glare
I'm ripped into 7 different pieces
I want to live pure and for god but the other three fifths of me wishes for you to just let it be
Let love grow
Maybe
If a flower can't stand up to a summer breeze than the petals will probably fall off
Because flowers need water
You're parched but swimming in a freshwater spring
Like the act of killing my self esteem and dignity in one fowl swing wasn't enough for you
You're gonna point for all to see and shout "HE DID THIS TO ME!!"
But what puzzles me is you're pointing at the sky
So when you die and ask him why
Don't be surprised if he tells you the story of the man on the roof of the flood
So with that I bid you farewell, and good luck.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC