Wisp-of-thought - ♡ It Aches Softer Here ♡

and suddenly the fragility of life seems so much immanent. so much more tangible. than it did. even a moment ago. as though if i were to lay a hand on the frosted window pane of existence. it would shatter under the pressure. my breath pulled onto the cold breeze beyond. tugged farther and farther away from this candle lit room i once inhabited. and this revelation. all at once. thrills and terrifies me. and the only thing that keeps my itching fingers at my sides is the knowledge. that the wind has already led you farther than i will ever be able to catch up. so instead. i close my eyes and listen. as though you might still call out to me through the way the air catches the leaves and makes snow dance. that you might still reach me. and i might yet reach peace.

Sometimes I wonder if life is merciful. Or, she has simply run out of ways to spite me.

"I am a skeleton made out of flowers,

Seeds lodge themselves in my bones,

Tangled roots spread across my frame,

A delicate network of nerves and veins,

I am garden on a cemetry floor,

Beauty born of compost and worms,

Watered by rain and shallow tears,

Sinking into rich earth,

Hoping to rise again."

--Treasured Corpse by Imaginarygirltnt

“Our love was Tightening a corset while gripping a bedpost Our love was Thrown Kitchen Chairs Shattered Bathroom Mirror Our love was Shut eyes Dark hickeys Our love was Overflowing glass of wine, sticky hands, sticky table Heavy Hotel Curtains Our love was Deep wound, just clotting Counting seconds on a broken clock Our love was Forget your day; Forget my name Lips sealed; Mind shut Our love was Wolf Eyes; Dark Night Makeup sex; No fight Our love was No goodbye Just gone”

— I forget his name, I don’t think I ever knew it Excerpt from the poem The Ways in Which I Have Been Loved

I do not mean to be greedy with you But when I taste you It is impossible to sip For only when I hold you Do I realize, I am parched  And only when I see you do I fear I may never have you again I do not mean to run you dry But I cannot help myself And so I am afraid that one day You will retreat so far into yourself That when I leave You will not be able to break through the ground To fill the well again I do not mean to leave But you are a river And you are already moving away Towards something greater Weather I stay To drain you Or not

Bleeding Out