Have you ever met yourself in someone’s eyes
Seen your joy in all their smiles?
Then felt the warmth as it left your soul
Because it will never be your hands they hold.
That is a thunderstorm of the heart.
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Category Archives: Love & Relationships
Hindsight
You came to me suddenly
out of the blue.
I felt it then I knew it:
you were too good to be true.
Too wrong to be right.
Fireworks before midnight.
Healing
I have good news, bad news and news that need not be labelled.
This is how you want need it, so this is how I’ll break it to you:
The Bad News
Love sucks. Love hurts. Love will reduce you to shreds of your former self.
The Good News
You. Will. Get. Over. It
Eventually.
The News (that need not be labelled)
It is a long and painful process. But it is worthwhile. The heart will mend itself, if you allow it.
Healing…can never be sped up…can never be rushed. It’s a ‘PROCESS’ that has to be allowed to continue on its own, with no impatient interruptions. At the beginning time seems to stand still, fueled by thoughts of avoidance and denial, but recovery gradually increases as soon as we learn one thing: ‘ACCEPTANCE’. Just as the hand holds the needle and sews the heart, we should also learn to Trust the process, accept things for the way they are, and Believe that soon, those loose ends, will all come together. IG @leo_cor84
Musings: On the treachery and torture of music
I love music.
I hate how it captures the totality of a moment (forever)
the depth, the smell, the feel.
More so the terrible than the great.
Four minutes become a deceptively ruinous echo
Prying open old chests
Blowing the dust of times past into your nostrils
Suffocating you on a phantom pain that you can only recall
not relive.
It hurts to remember how much a time hurt,
And that the burden of the pain has already passed.
So you are left with an unbearable lightness
of being.
Tortured to tearlessness.
I love music.
FLoW
When words are but a trickle
of the forceful river upstream
dammed by thoughts
damned by the fear
of unleashing the raw power of uncensored emotions.
“I need you; your existence is the reason I start each day”
seeps out as a safe and unassuming “hey”.
“I hate you so much for ruining my life”
becomes a quiet but poisonous “bye”.
Stay
I wanted the old things, afraid of the new.
Lost in a smoky haze of sleepy days
Volcanic nights became our ways
Burning you into my skin: another tattoo.
Estranged
They said love lasts forever.
Maybe it wasn’t love.
Maybe that was the length of our forever.
…
Oh silly heart!
wanting things you can’t have
hoping for things you don’t need
loving the one soul you shouldn’t
hopelessly waiting to be freed
Feelings
When it hurts to be numb
Twisting the knife in your own back
Is all you can do to feel something.
Then you float on the high
Of knowing that you are still human
And you once knew the opposite of pain.
Yesterday
The absence of what was not
Is greater than the destruction of what was.
Memories of dreams of fantasies
Corrupted by reality’s untruths
Now drift down into the abyss.
