by the poet of heart

I wish there was a way to kill yourself and see how everyone who you knew reacts, and then depending on that choose whether to stay dead or not. If that were the case l’d kill myself right this second.
—  (via sturzpoesie IG)
I didn’t realize the truth of how I felt about you until I looked back. The photos, the words, the memories, they all came crashing down on me. Piece by piece. Smile by smile. And then I felt the tear run down my cheek. A surprise. But maybe it wasn’t. I was too blind then. Too young. Too afraid. I regret not seeing what I had. I regret not listening to my heart and listening to the words of others. I’m sorry, for the pain I caused your heart. You deserved better anyway. And next time I hope not to be the young fool who didn’t know her own heart.
—  my thoughts, my realizations, my regrets, my truths

The Tattoo Only I See

Beauty bleeds through your skin
Emotions blooming across your neck
Dreams wrapping around your wrist
Quirks raining down your back
New patterns emerging
Changing with every day
I spend loving you

New London three piece Only The Poets makes a heart stirring entrance with their debut, Ceasefire. This is an indie alt gem that embraces us like a warm, comforting huge. Ceasefire is bittersweet yet snug, a poignantly moving, folksy acoustic ode to escaping the endless strife we face in life. Only The Poets, lead by frontman Tommy Eskimos, offers up a beauty of a first tune, one well worthy of busting out your lighters for. Raise those warm flickering flames and sway along to Ceasefire as we all hope for better, more peaceful days. 

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I’m not going to write about all the times you screwed me over.
I’m not going to make you out to be this bad person.
Because at some point you were what was right for me.
You rescued me when I was lost.
You helped me win the battles with my demons.
You made me feel beautiful.
And when you looked at me, I knew I mattered.
Those are the memories I will remember you by
At some point in time, you did love me.

So no, I won’t hate you
For outgrowing me
For lying
For leaving
But I’m not going to pretend I’m ok with it either…

Acknowledge it.
In order to move on you need to acknowledge it or it may as well eat you alive.
Pushing it aside isn’t moving on.
You need to let yourself hurt, ache, scream in pain.
Punch the wall at 3 am and watch the blood fall from the bruises on your skin and realize you’re alive, yell at your neighbors for being annoyed by the noise, screw them for trying to stop you from reaching the peace you long for so badly.
Eat pizza and ice-cream until your stomach grows sick and now you can focus on another pain other than the one on your chest.
Isolate yourself from the world for as long as you need, drink, smoke, have nightmares.
Allow yourself to be immersed on a pit of self pity because you deserve it.
You deserve to feel pity for yourself because you were hurt and are still hurting.
Immerse yourself so you can fix yourself.
It doesn’t matter how long it takes.
Then rise from that pit and don’t look back.
Start doing the things you’ve always wanted to do and don’t feel bad for focusing on the one person that was and will always matter the most, yourself.
Acknowledge the pain but don’t let it get you down anymore for you are not the person you were 15 minutes ago, imagine 4 months ago.
Allow your heart to look for somebody else because sometimes the only way is to find someone that truly deserves all you have to offer.
Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting, it means letting go of something that no longer serves and deserves you.
—  This how to move on (kind of) - Mariana Teles Fernandes
Ci incontreremo
in un piccolo banalissimo istante 
ci ricorderemo dell'amore 
che ci siamo dati 
e poi tolti 
per poi renderci conto 
che per un ultimo bacio 
faremo il giro del mondo, 
fino alla Luna 
e ritorno.
—  Alice Giaquinta