And every once in a while you can still feel the ripples of the shock-wave pulsing through you. [….click to read the full post]
Heartbreaks
“At the end of the day we all look to finally make peace with our past.” [….click to read the full post]
“Like shame, you carry your wounds everywhere.”
“Come back to me. Bas ek aarzoo hai ye.” [….click to read the full post]
“I have the power to turn scars into poetries. To turn tears into ink stains.”
“I scream and sob as the nights go by. I can’t sleep…” — READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED — TW: This raw piece is about abusive relationships. The subject is dark, sensitive and emotional for all the obvious reasons. [….click to read the full post]
He spoke with a pain etched between his eyebrows. “We are sailing into destruction.”
I am not here to talk about heartbreaks today. I am not here to talk about being lonely. No. I am here to tell you about a sweet little girl still living inside of you…
Time : 06:09 a.m. I haven’t slept. Yet again. It has been months. And for months I have kept […]
What is the point of picking someone’s broken pieces, kissing their tears dry, making their heart whole…only to break it again. HARDER. CRUELER.
I yearn for you. Always.
…because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
My words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers when the mind and the heart come together to fix the pain in my soul.
I bleed on the paper. I die. And then my breath survives another day."
© Fiona Crystal • June 30, 20197 | 03:35 AM
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One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear
