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Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
There's a peculiar kind of beauty that can only be experienced
with the innate knowledge that the moment is fleeting
and the most intense beauty can only be seen in
the presence of both light and shadows.
For it’s often in the loss of a thing
that its worth to us becomes
most precious and by
letting it go with
grace we can
best savor
its purest
that the pain
runs so deep only
because the beauty ran
so deep and that without
it having once touched us we
wouldn't now know the emptiness
of its loss, our grief will eventually turn to
thankfulness that it ever touched us at all, and
we will be left awed by the mystery of its haunting.
lavender May 2017
she compares her sweet tooth
to that of a good long scream,
the kind where your throat hurts a little after
and your eyes water,
the type of scream where your neighbors start to wonder
if either you’ve been murdered,
or you've just had the best orgasm of your life,
because it sounds just a little to pleasureful
to be the sound of of an inevitable death.
Muted Jul 4
i long for pleasant days.
days that feel like new beginnings,
days when i feel as if i am floating,
when each and every
fiber of my being
feels content with letting go,
tying loose ends,
shedding dead skin.
when my body no longer
feels unworthy of
occupying a space in this dimension,
when my brain no longer
allows toxicity to occupy a space
within it.
i long for moments of silence.
solace for my soul,
a place for the skeletons
in my closet to
rest their dust-covered heads.
i long for happy summers.
when i no longer fear
the thought of love.
when i no longer imagine love
as an ugly weed,
devouring a flower bed.
when i no longer imagine you
resting in someone else's.
Lady Luna Sep 2017
Today, I caught myself thinking
"I hope you're doing well."
And I was shocked at my own thought

I am forgiving in nature,
But I never thought the day would come
where I would wish something else
besides a stubbed toe every morning,
always running out of coffee,
sleepless nights, and daymares
for you

the person who
stomped my heart,
made me feel like nothing

but here i was, thinking
"I hope you're doing well"
and I can't figure out if this is
my own mind playing tricks on me
or just me letting go
or just me letting growth.
R M B Feb 21
water and air are two very different things
when you pour water out of a container
you're basically replacing it with air

be less afraid of letting go
there's always something bound to come
to replace it, even if you haven't realized it yet
something I came up with while watching someone drink water haha
eli Apr 29
why is it so hard to let go
when you were never truly mine
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