Douleur-douce - Doux Souffrance

i think spitting in a guy's mouth would be beneficial to my mental health

I felt myself on the verge of letting you break me all over again, succumbing to your embrace in the darkness of the night, your arms clenching around my waist too tightly, hands grasping my soul with an iron grip, refusing to let go.

But for some reason, you didn't allow me to let you break me, and I'm struggling to understand why. What kind of love do you call this? Is it a love that can't hold me without causing harm, yet it's also a love that won't let me back into your life to be shattered against the wall?

douleur-douce/douxsouffrance, Like Glass

"i am my own ghost haunting the memories i love most."

I found the Mermaid sitting on the ground, her dress torn at the hem, her makeup running down from tears. I stood with my hands in my pockets. You might mistake me for a father scolding his daughter. I summoned all the disappointment and pity appropriate to the scene. She looked up slowly, as if waiting for some harsh words. Perhaps a reminder of her poor choices. I stood in silence for a moment.

‘How many times is this going to happen?’

sometimes all I do is school, work, and sit in my room.

i occasionally like to go out because it reminds me that the world is still here.

i can hear it

and when im in my head i cant hear it.

it disappears, it’s dark, absent of life.

douleur-douce/douxsouffrance, can you hear me?