#excerpts from my writing
You deserve someone that won’t leave even when it’s hard to breathe.
The thoughts are destroying me, the silence is deadly.
In the end I realized you weren’t the one for me, but damn, I really wanted you to be.
She could part oceans in two with her loving nature but there was a devastating loneliness in her eyes when she smiled.
You left in me a painful type of longing that drills a black hole into the soul.
All the breathless moments turned ice cold and with each breath came a thorn in the heart.
You can’t love yourself if you hurt others.
A devastated soul can kill faster than any virus.
You might see the moon with someone else but you’ll never find our exact stars again.
I still see you when my eyes are closed.
It had been a while since I dreamt of you and now I am at the depths of despair missing you.
As your agony ended, mine begun.
The countless nights and restless days awaited a fiery woman for battle.
“Oh, you can’t be serious. If it were up to me, you would still be strung up in that cave.” She stepped forward and a hand wrapped one of the bars Loki was holding. As she lowered her voice to a near whisper, her tattoos that were indeed gently gliding across her light brown skin, began to glow. The pastel inks of the flowers and fruits softly glowed with a neon light and the skulls with grinning teeth and black sockets glowed in dark purples and reds. “I sweet-talked my way onto the throne of Hell itself. Don’t think for a second your aluminum tongue has any sway over me.” Loki yelped and jumped back from the bars. He held his scarred head and shivered as if in pain and fear. The goddess let go of the bar and her tattoo lights faded and her arms were once again normal. She turned and smiled. “Come on, guys. We’ll be late.”
Persephone confronting Loki
-excerpt from my WIP novel
“There’s something constantly swirling inside my head—the persistent questions of attempting to fix what is broken. Dealing with everything at once uses an immense amount of energy, but leaves me empty, desperately wanting to change the deepest parts of myself to make all of the pieces fit.
Reminiscing on an old life, an old personality. The pain of loneliness cuts too deep, a reminder of growth from adolescence, but losing myself in the process. Sometimes it’s dangerous to miss my old self. Being content in my skin and having the ability to control the things around me. Now I want to tear away, shed my skin like a snake and become someone else.
The continuous scrutiny from my old life is a reminder of why relationships fell apart the way that they did—painful and unexpected. Expectations began to crumble with age, eyes that view the world in colors changed to only seeing black and white. People who were made to believe that they were irreplaceable said farewell. Ghosts from the past continue to linger.
And I read a book that dealt with grief and it was relatable, even when no one passed. When my entire life shifted on its axis, that’s when I knew the words were relevant. The words that are repeated like a mantra: one day at a time. Even after I endure emotional blows, I’ll take it one day at a time. And until I feel the sadness slip away, I’ll keep reminding myself to take it one day at a time.”
—S.V//One Day at a Time//@sempiternal.poet on Instagram
“(he)is(art)”
— i (heart) him
the summer air
drives me back to the bittersweet memories
i had.
wind blowing through my hair
eyes closed
i reminisce them.
forvever and ever.
keep doing things you love, and love will come to you
Every night I try to remember the time we were happy together. How we stared into each others eyes and couldn’t believe this love between us would ever fade. But now I’m alone with a hole in my chest. Your love for me did fade, but my love for you never did. So here I am, feeling incomplete, while you move on with your life without me.
Before I fell in love for the first time, I didn’t get how two people could just break up and never talk to each other again. How could you do that after all the history you made together, I thought. But now, as I am heartbroken, I get it. You can’t just go back to being friends and pretend like nothing happened between you two. You can’t watch your ex-lover move on and meet someone else. It’s simply too hard to watch the person you once loved more than you loved yourself, look at someone else the way they looked at you.
I completely and utterly refuse to understand half-loves. How do you only half-way fall from a building? Drown in a river? You are either all in, or you are not at all. Because when my love is lit, it may begin slow but it will eventually end up catching like wildfire. I will wholly love every part of your soul until I have charted every secret world you have ever lived in and thought you have ever kept hidden in-between your ribs. I will memorize the indentions of your hips and the way your eyelashes twist and topple together. I could never half explore your depths, just as I could never half exist. When I love you, it is whole.
