#spilled words

The Wild Heartsis a network for those who have something to say to a love lost, or a love cherished. For those who are still in love with the art of a simple letter, turned into poetry or prose.

Paramount;
the importance of a moment captured or lost in time.

Monsters & their makers;
bound, chained and desperate for love.

Heavensent;
litanies of lust.

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1. Forgotten love.
   
2. An evening of remembrance.
3. Caught in a moment.

Feel free to use any of these prompts or combine all three. It is entirely up to you. If you wish to submit anonymously, send an ask with your chosen pen name and it will be published. 

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You know what I hate the most?

I hate you for always being there for her as much as I want you to be with me. I hate the way you look onto her, the way you hold her because for a moment, I felt like she was holding my universe. I hate it when you always have to leave me just because you will need to fetch her and ask her out. I hate the fact that even when you left me, I am still a fool waiting for you to return. I hate it when you ask me about what she likes, about the things that make her uncomfortable, I hate it when you always pay attention to the things she love to do, while I am stuck here, seeing how persistent you are on waiting for her. I hate the smile you wear as her name flashes your screen. I hate the way you misses her. I hate the way you talk to her, I hate the way you bring her name on our conversation. I hate the way you tell me how much you love her and the things you are willing to risk for her. I hate it. I hate how dense you are. I hate the fact that after all these years, you never noticed me, but I am still clinging onto you. I hate the fact that I love you as much as you love her. I was here even before she came and I will probably be here if she decided to leave you one morning. The fact that I have to support your love for her and I can’t compete with her because she’s way better than me, slowly kills me.

I was waiting for you to look at me too, but maybe I will stay like this, loving you in silence.

—the danger of one sided love j.a

To the one who is continously hurting,

To the one who is brave enough to face tomorrow,

To you who is fighting silent battles,

Hold on.

Do not lose your grip.

Wait a little more.

So much goodness is coming. There may be mourning at night but joy is yet to come.

Hold on to hope.

Choose to love even more.

Choose love.

Know that He is good and His mercy overflows.

His grace suits perfectly in you.

He sees your tears.

He comforts.

You are not alone.

Goodness is here.

Goodness is coming to you.

—j.a

To the girl who tries to be strong everyday,

You are doing it right. You always show to everyone that you are fighting hard after breaking down a million times, as if nothing’s wrong, as if you do not need anyone’s help. You are fighting hard to be the person everyone wants and expects you to be, and it is okay with you, they have never heard you complain.

You’re a woman with a big and beautiful heart. You are fighting battles you can’t even discuss with anyone because you do not want to be a burden. You try to be strong and help everyone when you, yourself, is helpless, you give encouragement to those who need it when you, yourself, need it the most. You always put other people first and they don’t even notice it. You have told yourself that you have no right to rest and that you have to always fight for those you love, at all cost.

Brave heart, I want you to know that God is seeing the narrative of your life. He sees every tears you wipe before you step out of your room and smile like you weren’t crying yourself to sleep last night. He sees how hard you try to be alright in front of those you love but you are dying to cry your heart out. He sees how heavy your chest is, He sees how much you bear the pain. He hears your silent cries, He knows you are afraid everytime people would ask you what’s happening and you won’t find the right answers.

Beloved, I want you to know that it is okay to not be okay. It is okay to rest and give yourself space from everything that is tearing you apart. It is okay to pause and breathe for a while.

So take heart, woman.

You are making us proud.

—j.a

we share this light

committed

I saved myself

I’m sorry

a home

the warmth will arrive again

There is no time limit to healing.

you take as much of it as you need.

Not a lover’s forever

It won’t always suffocate you

we flourish

You know I would have

Are you still you?

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