#sad love poem
I tasted forever on your tongue, a lie wrapped in lust. A promise never intended to be kept. It faded into a facade, hid behind the hurt I let sit in my throat. You tied pretty pledges on my wrists, wrote your vows on my skin. You let the hope sink in. Let the false future we made run through my thoughts. My heart began to beat for you, drowned in the noise was the breaking. You held me with careless hands, covered your deceit in gold. Our love was a myth to you. A chapter in a book of fiction. A run on sentence begging to end. To you, I was a face you’d forget, a name left in bed. To you, a story swallowed down. A moment meant for a memory. An ending with open arms. To you, I was borrowed time.
Isabel Cabrera
you give me your body willingly, but i want more than just the shell of you. you hide behind walls you’ve built in your bones. you’ve settled your secrets into the cracks, you built a bridge just to burn it down. you only let love in halfway, keep a safe distance between the skin and soul. you’ve laid chest to chest, but never had your heart face another. don’t you crave to spill your sorrow? you are more than a carcass gone cold, more than silence in sheets. you say you are mine but there’s an absence in your mind. you are half human, a heartbreak waiting to happen. i stand staring through the windows of your temple, praying you’ll let me in. because god knows, there’s more to love within.
Ripped at the seams when you first met me, you were convinced your kisses could stitch this scarred skin together. But it only burnt me to be loved with warmth. A shell of a soul, a glass half empty heart. I do not take love easily, and I never accept it fully. So when you held me together as I broke, the blood from the aftermath sunk our ship. I jumped from the sails and couldn’t let you guide me any longer. I was a storm brewing, and sea salt tears interrupted our kisses too often. I could not be the shattered piece that cut you, could not be the one to show you what lives behind stone cold walls. God, you only ever loved me with the sun, only ever touched with rose petal fingers. But I could not be the one to taint the blue sky locked in your eyes. A mind full of dark clouds only brings rain, my love.
For you, I made myself small. Cut myself into pieces, scraped away the broken parts, covered the pain with a painted smile. I pushed myself into a wall, never crossed the line, always cradled the boundaries. For you, I made myself small. Wrapped up the hurt, shoved it in the back of my bones. Collected the baggage, stuck it in my throat. I stored the sadness, let it grow inside me, building and breaking, tearing and replacing. The cries I kept quiet, chased them down with the words I left unsaid. For you, I hid the hurt. For you, I masked myself. I flirted with fake happy, let “I’m fine” linger on my lips like our first kiss. For me, this was my protection. Caution tape draped on my soul, I’ve learned to live like I’m whole.
“I was supposed to fall in love with you & you were meant to break my heart. You see, I fell for you even before you gave me any reason to — I started adoring your eyes & your voice became my favourite sound. I know nothing about you yet your name started to bring smile to my face. I started to want you in all blunt ways — didn’t think what would happen, couldn’t care less. Little did I know that you came to me as a lesson & I lost it all before I could have anything. I didn’t fall in love with you because universe conspired us to meet or our souls knew each other. I was cursed to love you & my heart was doomed to break, for all the souls I wrecked, all the eyes that wept & all those emotions I didn’t care about. I had broken hearts — perhaps, that’s why our paths had to cross so I could feel what I’d done to other. Now, I know we’re not meant to be yet I want you to know that you’re one of the most beautiful things I ever felt.” by memoirsofbilal (via Instagram)
— cursed love
“I never miss the person post a relationship, but the image I had created” — that’s what you had told me once. And now, many days later, when we no longer hold each other and there’s not much to say — I want to ask you which image of mine do you miss the most? Do you miss the person, who used to tell you that your eyes are beautiful? Or do you miss the person who loved hearing his name when you’d call? Do you miss the person you were planning to go out with? Or the person who sat by the lake and heard your stories?
“If you had a dream of someone, it is because they miss you”, they say — so do you see me in your dreams as the person you thought I was? or have you forgotten me because you had realised that I’m not the person you thought I was?
— memoirsofbilal (via Instagram) // because I miss the image I had created for us
