I literally cannot believe that so many people go through heartbreak it is such an awful feeling ???? Like i can’t stop feeling empty and crying and feeling like someone is stabbing me in the chest over and over again and i look around and think about how many other people went through this and I’m like damn , that’s so much to go through, especially if you’ve been through it multiple times. Basically i hope it hurts less and we figure things out even if it seems like the end of the world ( it feels like that for me right now ) but I’d like to think I’ll be okay and even happy again sometime . I’m so proud of everyone slowly slowly making it day by day.

a dream so beautiful it aches.

I have this vision that encroaches my mind like a pandemic. I am looking out the glass window -upon the tall buildings and bright, flickering lights from a dark bedroom dimmed with pure darkness. You walk to stand behind me, wrapping your careful hands around my timid waist. Your chin on my shoulder as we hear the entire world going silent. Everything in slow motion, everything vanishing in the background. It’s us against the world -just as we craved for. A dangerous feeling that makes us feel safe for the one and only time. We are here every night resting our realities to a graveyard where dreams live.

mayapoetbe:

you don’t see me

you don’t know me

you just dream about me

- mayapoetbe

“you were my first love and you always will be. i can’t say i don’t miss you but i cannot keep you here with me forever. the memory of the person you used to be is slowly fading and i’m starting to forget what it felt like to love you. what it felt like being loved by you. i see you with her and i resent you. i’m scared that my memories of you as my first love will be overshadowed by the destruction you caused in the end.”

— s.c. (accepting change)

“I didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time I ever saw her. In retrospect, there are a lot of things I would have done differently, but I know it doesn’t matter now. I don’t think it would have mattered then, either. We were always destined to fall apart.”

-excerpt from a book i will never write c.r.

you were as beautiful as a midnight rose

so i suppose i should not have been surprised

when i finally fell onto your thorns

and bled out at sunrise

-even the stars go out eventually. c.r.

being with you felt like a dream

you were there and gone in the blink of an eye

now you only exist intangibly in hazy memories

i’m not so sure you were ever real

it was beautiful.. then it wasn’t.

-i wish it was as easy to forget you as it was to fall in love with you. c.r.

are you telling her how much you love her, right now?

are you telling her that she’s your favorite person?

that she’s your everything?

are you telling her all the things you used to tell me?

the way you hold her hand-

the way you look at her-

it makes me want to scream.

because that’s how you used to look at me.

-i wish i could hear you say “i love you” one last time. c.r.

and what is there left to do when we’re strangers again?

when the single worst fate that i swore would never, ever come to pass, has?

there’s nothing quite as painful as looking into the eyes of someone you once loved and realizing that there’s nothing but distance between you two, now.

-forgive me, my love. c.r.

do you miss me?

or am i nothing more than a lovesick fool, leading myself on to another inevitable heartbreak?

-you were my favorite mistake. c.r.

TV Review: The Avengers ‘68 Set 5

TV Review: The Avengers ’68 Set 5

TV Review: The Avengers ’68 Set 5

In 1961, a new show hit the airwaves in Britain, The Avengers. The main character was Dr. David Keel (Ian Hendry) whose wife had been murdered. He’s recruited by spy John Steed (Patrick McNee) to be an expert consultant in exchange for help avenging his spouse. After the fairly gritty first season, Mr. Hendry departed for a movie career and Steed became the main…

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Things to keep in mind for mindfulness…

He can walk away anytime

He is not only yours

He will not love only you

He will have many girls around him

You are not his first priority

You are not his only friend

You are not the only person he will get physical with

He will lie to you

He will beat around the bush

He will help others before you

He will not share everything with you

He will change his behavior as per his wish

He will choose a different path as per his wish

He will not take your advice

I remember thinking I had you.

Taylor Swift, August.

“I want to wrap myself around you, to surround you with everything I have, everything I am. To hold you so tight that you forget where you begin and where I end. To consume you but also free you. I want to be everything you ever wanted and everything you thought you’d never need. I want to hold you so tight and make you realize that you’re always going to be enough, enough for me. I want to whisper words I’ve always said but never meant and lull you to sleep with them. I want to hold you so tight that you’ll believe me even as you drift off into a world where I’ll never be able to visit with you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

- g.d (allow me to be the one you need)

How can you ever heal, when you continuously pick at your scars!

FS@Writewhatyousee

If I were Icarus, and you were the sun,

My wings would stretch against time to touch you.

My skin would crack and wither;

Your warmth like the pressure of gravity.

My face droops and falls; I am so close to your awesomeness,

I can feel it creeping into my viens.

Your fingers reach out to give drink to my parched tongue,

And I shatter; I burst.

“I love you with all my heart.”

“I can tell the way you looked at me was different. Because you looked at me, the way I looked at you. And I looked at you as if the whole constellation had put itself within your eyes.”

“I guess I’m not really over you if I still search for you within other guys.”

“The eyes follow the heart. In other words, though you might not realize it, the person your eyes so effortlessly find and admire in a crowded room, is the person that has your heart.”

I wish I could complicate things;
Psychoanalyze the deep aches
To oblivion; cut the strings
That tear at my heart till it breaks
Again, so my soul awakes
Again, to say I can’t obscure what’s true;
Favoring layman’s terms:

I still love you.

—
15-5-2022, M.A. Tempels ©

You,

Sought solely
With the eye unspoken; blind
To light, yet in
Darkness, omniscient,
As black is the canvas
Of veracity.

Here, flow
The colours of the
Soul, awoken,
Shift-shaping nebulae to images
Exemplifying constrained
Desire;

All swallowed in fearful
Ferocity
By maw of mind, and shards
Of heart, broken; glass needles; my
Fanged cognizance.

The serpent cannot
Dream
The priory,
Therefore, it cannot
Drag its relics down dark mire
Where, coiled, the timeless truth
Stays out of view.

Where solely a blinded eye
May see, I seek fire,
To watch it flicker and dance
Till it shapes
You.

—
13-5-2022, M.A. Tempels

I wake up awash in titillation,
Your sweetly animalistic fragrance
Suffuses me still, and
My heart paces
As I cling to oneiric
Creation.

I wake up trailing
Soft linens — your hair,
Toward
A crumpled duvet — your shoulder;
All the worried while my heart begs:

“Hold her”;

Nothing matters more than
Keeping you there
Where I can still have you; love you…

A kiss in the aether, there’s
Nothing I can do:

I wake up.

—
10-5-2022, M.A. Tempels ©