eros the bittersweet

unattained

in the tangled mist
of your forgotten
remembering
the cobwebs
unravel in the
unforeseen darkness
of your smile,
of the massive
emptiness of your
gaze,
the shadows
arresting the
apathy between us,
arriving to a bitter
conclusion
of truths and things
passed
breaking and
bending
the memory
of that which
never was.

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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.