Little Choice

Consider this
A triumph
Without its proper
Fanfare
And decision
Made of questions
Meant to outlast
Their use

Or surpass
The dream inspired
By prayer
For weak obsessions
Like the object
Of blind affections
Whose looks
Are a worthless
Grace

As the face
Of needless craving
In an anxious
Turn of favor
Where the love
Which stays
Objective
Is the phrase
That barely
Lasts

Longing
To be exclusive
Or biased
As all great romance
Which offers
Those empty chances
At a shot
For being
Heard

As I concede
This resolution
To the times
When I had
No answer

But the option
To lose so
Intently

As a man
Who had little
Choice.

- J. Pigno

I’m more than a handful

I’m a leg and an arm


Firestorm in a flood

Mascara running in the rain

I’m the crazy you can’t keep but I’d like to see you try

I’ll love you just like that

A thunderstorm at midnight

- ( @prolixen )

Everything’s different now.

She pulls me slowly into her arms and starts to gently wipe away the tears flowing down my face. My body turns to concrete. My stomach is a sea storm crashing over rocks. Sensations flooding over me. The darkness whispers the secrets she kept, “…Don’t tell her”, “…she’d be so mad”. The pictures they shared between them haunts my mind when my eyes close. I begin to shake as the storm crashes harder, my face goes paler. Her arms grip me tighter.

The darkness begins to drown me.

My breathing quickens. My heart races like a hummingbird’s, trying to break out of my ribcage. Desperate to fly away before the darkness encases it. My hands twist into fists. Nails pressing deep into the softness of my palm. Piercing the skin. Drawing blood.

She grabs my hands, forcing nails and skin apart. Smells of lavender and grapefruit and guava travel into my bloodstream.

I glance up at her, looking at the sea swelling within her eyes. They’ve lost their twinkle, surrounded by red-puffed tearstained skin. She leans down, pressing her cracked lips against my forehead, holding them there for a moment before releasing with a shaky breath.

I pull away.

She’s no longer safe.
I break.

She’s no longer home.

I embrace it.

“I’d like to lay here forever.
It’s the calm of the waves,
the wind in my hair,
the chill from the sea.
I love it.
I love it almost as much as I love you.”

- @jennagaily

I hope the way they treated your love haunts them forever. The way you poured your soul into them, the way you turned every darkness they had into light. The way you kissed their forehead when they were in pain and supported them through the most terrible times of their lives. May they long for you in the moments when they are looking for someone who loves them, who understands them, and can find no one who does it so well as you.

I hope the way they let you go haunts them forever. You deserved better because you stayed up night after night to speak to them when they were in pain, travelled miles for them just to see them because they needed you that day. You deserved better from someone you trusted with your heart, who demanded your surrender and then left you for someone else, someone who they said was better. May their eyes always look away in shame when someone mentions your name.

I hope that one day their ghost leaves your dreams and you aren’t haunted by them forever. May your soul heal from the wounds they inflicted callously by treating your love like it meant nothing, ever. Repeat to yourself every night before you fall into that fitful sleep:

“I deserved better than this. And I will love again.”

Because that is the truth, darling. That is the purest truth about you. You deserve someone who treats your love like it is more precious than anything else in the world. You deserve someone who looks at your effort and considers themselves fortunate for having someone who cares so much in their world.

I hope that you forget the way they treated you and someone else treats you a thousand times better. Your ability to love has been tested with fire and you may be burned, but you have come out alive despite all your tears. Your heart has been broken, but it is strong enough to mend. You have fallen in love before and you will fall in love again.

May the next person you fall in love with, treasure your heart the way it deserves and never breaks it or rips it at the seems. I hope the next person you love gives you all the respect, the love and the truth that you need.

—  Nikita Gill, I Hope They Are Haunted By You
I spend my nights wondering if you’ll ever come back to me.
—  Maybe, just maybe we weren’t ready for each other yet. Maybe we need to grow, maybe we need to see the world and know that we can be happy alone. Then one day when we have lived, loved and survived our paths will cross again. Maybe then, we will be ready.
to the authors
who have helped me
fall in love with words:
thank you for
sharing a piece of yourself
with the world.
—  by shelby leigh

I am so damn tired. The kind where I lay in bed wide awake because sleep isn’t what I need.

I am so damn exhausted. Tired doesn’t really do it justice.

—  I’d like to wake up
- K.H.
She wanted to write a sad story.
She held her breath and started to type without even thinking, she wrote:
True kind of love, wrong person.
The end.
—  Shortest-saddest story
Infinite excerpts.

I loved the fact that you were my ‘almost.’ That you would forever be the boy that could have been, if only one of us had gained a bit of courage. 

There was never going to be a fight that tore us apart. I was never going to be jealous of the girl all over you at the bar, because you were never going to be mine to be jealous of. 

It was always just going to be library glances and smiles from afar. 

But you broke my heart. You broke my heart 6 months after I had let the thought of you go. You made something that could have faded out from child’s play to nothing at all. You ended even the thought of us.

—  You were supposed to be the one that would never have a chance to hurt me. But you found a way. And just like that, you became like everyone else. 

you are the ocean’s current
pushing me away
and pulling me
right back in

and I am the waves,
I am the foolish one,
curling around you
and never letting go.

—  fool by shelby leigh
One day when the pain subsides and my heart is mended, I will thank the universe for allowing our paths to cross. I will be able to be grateful for the time we spent together, no matter how short it was. But for right now, I’m cursing it for taking you away from me before I was ready. I’m cursing it for breaking my heart again.
—  But I know it’s for the best and who knows, maybe this isn’t the end… just a pause in our story -Jess Amelia
We are all connected by pain and the words we use to describe them, by the sad songs and the way we scream them at our empty house.
—  Write. Sing. Shout. Scream.
-K.H.

I’m trying so hard to beat you at your own game. I want to wait to read your messages for hours, to see your messages and not reply. I wish I could play along, I thought I had it in me to act like I don’t care. To be honest I didn’t think I would ever care again.

But here I am, you took 6 hours to reply to my message and I am using every ounce of strength to not open and reply to you after only 2 minutes.

—  I hate that this is such an uneven playing field