#silentyearning
A chemical released by ones brain
In time where not all turns into ash,
I dance with butterflies stumbling on and on tainted flowers,
cradling her rose.
An untouched diamond in dark.
Shadowed it keeps me In a well I'd willingly drown.
flowing of nothing but genuine love
A obviously mystery of anguish worth the neverending moonlight spent.
I am trapped in adoration,
feeling the air leave my lungs.
A garden, the beauty in bliss you abandoned. watch my world turn as i stop writing about her
It fades. is a question unanswered
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
When you were my Yes;
In a world full of Nos
You were the only calm I knew
Before I knew how it felt to lose,
You were the open sunny skies
Before I knew the cold winter
The way we stitched stars to our dreams…
And the way you didn’t have to ask my heart
I just recognized it on my own!
Our love was so loud..
Wild and fierce and untamed..
but It could not get louder than the voices…
the voices I was raised to obey..
and voices built cages to tame its flame
which is why the fire dimmed….
And even when I walked away
It broke me in pieces where noone could see!
And ever since I have worn silence;
I have worn silence like second skin
But you have lived in every quiet that I entered
Memories of you crawl to me
They find me in my every breath
They find me in my shadow
and just like that
I carry you like my breath
which I dont know to exhale-
I am just an endless tide pulled trembling to your hidden shore.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC
I wrote thousands of arcs in my mind about how we would meet and fall for each other. Yet none of them came true. Maybe I should have wished for one of those arcs from the treasure trove in my mind to come true—when that comet passed by earlier.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
In distant silence, an ache lingers like a forgotten song,
a haunting melody that echoes through
the hollows of an empty home.
Each separation,
a poignant note in the music of longing.
The desire to convey the depth of absence becomes restrained vulnerability where a heart yearns for more than routine inquiries—
a connection that transcends the ordinary.
Yet, in the vast expanse,
the unspoken lingers as a melancholic language,
a narrative of desire and restraint.
Frustration emerges from unmet desires,
a delicate dance where the fear of vulnerability clashes
with the yearning for profound connection.
Silently, the heart navigates the surface,
resisting the urge to delve into the intricacies of emotions.
Now, a choice is made to reveal little,
to traverse the silence with a delicate grace,
as the unexpressed yearns to be heard in the still expanse.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 5:41 AM UTC