ink the unsaid | poetry
𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐. Too late, but thank you still… Remembering it all now, I’d say—you could’ve saved me. You have cost me a lot. A heartbreak that I didn’t want, A chaos that I could’ve avoided, A mistake that I brought to myself just because I trusted you …
𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. I don’t know how to do that, and if I ever learn the ways, I don’t want to do them. How can they say—I can feel you still? I can smell you still, but I can’t see you in the …
One of the worst feelings in the world is knowing that you’ve given your all but it’s still not enough. I get it! Loving is giving without expecting something in return—and it should give you the most wondrous feeling in the world. That’s how loving should make you feel, but what if by giving more, …
LOVE never fails. So, if you feel it in your heart—hold on to that. LOVE is worth the fight.Worth the pain. Worth holding on to… Remember to give love the chance to cling on to hope, no matter how small you think it may be. LOVE endures every heartbreak and struggle—it always withstands the test …
Some goodbyes left us a lot of questions, but we don’t long to find the answers anymore. Why? Because it feels like when you begin to question—you’ll begin to float yourself in an abyss of the unknown, and that is exhausting… Sometimes, it’s better to let questions be answered in their own time. It will …
When you’re in between running away and loving more… In between choosing yourself or listening to what your heart says… In between saving yourself or saving your heart from the pain of letting go… In between the angels that are whispering in your ears to run or the devil that’s trying to pin you down …
It’s not a question of “WHEN.” When will the pain end? When will I move on? When can I stop my heart from missing and loving someone? When will I be happy again? And the list goes on for all your “WHEN?“ But while the goal is to be in that place, forget the “WHEN” …
The broken pieces of us become a story of their own. Maybe when our heart is torn into pieces, the becoming of who we are and what we can become—begins. Maybe after every heartbreak, the goal isn’t to make us whole again—the goal is to prepare ourselves to give more. Maybe, in every broken piece—we …
My kind of love is the kind that STAYS. When it rushes, and then slows down, and goes downhill—it stays. When there are questions, and there are answers, even how vague it would be or no answers at all—it stays. When there’s more rain, no rainbows, and sunshine—it stays. When it gives confusions instead of …
At some point, I have to stop making excuses and look at us in a place of love and growth. When I ask you about “the plan” I am not asking for details. All I am asking you is where do I stand? Where are we? Do you still see me as far as me …