eros the bittersweet

revolution

sinking in disillusionments
in the promises that
we never kept
spoken but never
understood
revealed but not
to be believed
too much of the
confusion
yielding to delusion
smokes and reflections
arising from
uncertain midnights
unaware of the
darkness that
awaits
this pain borne of
the separation, the
stagnation and
the repercussions
getting worse
finding out
in the end
i died in the
beginning.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.