eros the bittersweet

tacet

what floats between us,
what i did not have
the courage to say,
what my memories
torture me with,
what we search for
in the midst of
an argument,
what we keep to
ourselves,
what measures
here and now,
what disparages
all that we have
built,
what you left me with.



*tacet is latin for silence

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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.