Love Again - Tumblr Posts
please don't put hearts on my messages, i take that shit seriously because I am delusional
Can We…?
Some days I love you, and some days I hate you
I can’t tell which one is real or not
You give me happiness but sadness at the same time
Why can’t I leave you? Why can’t I forget you?
I miss you so much, but I don’t want you back
And I don’t know why I’m feeling this way
You brought light into my life and colored it all
But it darkened and became black and white when you left
How can I forget someone who gave me so much to remember?
You make it so hard for me to erase you out of my mind
Even if a small part of me hated how much you hurt me, there was a lot of parts that said I still loved you through it all
I hate how my heart knows me so well, while my mind tries to deny it
On the day we parted, I wanted to tell you so desperately; “Can we try again? Can we love again?”
But you were already gone before I could tell you this
Most of my poems are all about you, because you gave me a reason to write
With this, I hope I can reach you
And maybe we could try again…
I would post more, but the screams that were coming out of my mouth were embarrassing 😞🥰
To Love Again
Just as I thought the romance chapter of my life had closed, a new love blossomed. Yet, this was no ordinary affair. It wasn't the needy, suffocating type that demands constant attention. No, this love was serene. It left me content, illuminated my darkest moments, and didn't leave me longing for more. Instead, it propelled me towards my aspirations, fostering a sanctuary for authenticity. This love bestowed a joy that no external force could diminish. And the most beautiful part? I fell in love with myself.
Whispers of The Heart
I woke up to a peculiar sensation, a fluttering in my chest that I couldn't quite place. It was like a soft whisper, gently nudging me into awareness. As I went about my day, the feeling lingered, dancing at the edges of my consciousness, elusive yet persistent.
I tried to brush it off, attributing it to the stress of work or the lack of sleep. But no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it refused to be dismissed. It was as if this feeling had taken up residence within me, claiming a space I didn't even know existed.
Days turned into weeks, and still, the sensation persisted, growing stronger with each passing moment. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, like standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure if I should take the leap or retreat to safety.
Then one day, as I watched the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, it hit me like a bolt of lightning. The fluttering in my chest, the racing of my heart, the constant presence in my thoughts – it was love.
I had spent so long searching for something tangible, something I could grasp and understand. But love, it seemed, was not meant to be understood; it was meant to be felt.
And as I stood there, basking in the glow of the fading sun, I realized that I had found something truly extraordinary. Love had found its way into my heart, quietly and without fanfare, and I knew in that moment that I would never be the same again.