She believes she knows my ache,
she thinks she understands my sorrow,
because once, she too was broken.
My pain is
a slow implosion,
a daily funeral
with no mourners,
a storm I must swallow
so she may walk beneath clear skies.
She remains with another,
while I cradle her chaos in the dark,
I try hold her world steady,
bleeding in silence,
so she never sees the stain.
Quietly tearing at the seams
just to keep her whole.
I laugh when I want to scream.
I smile so she can cry.
I disappear so she can shine.
And each day,
I wake inside a coffin
just to hold her hand.
This doesn't feel like love.
This is a man burning
so she may feel warm,
and never knowing
that the smoke
is me.
-Cyrus K.
"I swear there is no greater burden than to wait without hope."
— Beau Taplin from The Waiting
“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.”
— Og Mandino
“Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.”
— Unknown
its so hard to believe someone could love me. im always always too much or too little. never enough.
The World’s Poorest President: José Mujica’s Inspiring Story #motivation…
There are great selfless people in our world.
I miss you every day. But today, it feels like everything I do is just here to remind me I am living without you.
I want to lose myself in your love
make you my home again.
But your happiness doesn't belong to me
it is she that makes you bleed
and I watch without being seen.
I was the moth.
Not blind,
but aching.
I was not deceived by the flame,
I longed for its ruin.
To be undone in that heat,
to burn knowing,
was a worship beyond reason.
A thousand lifetimes in darkness
could never equal
one death
in such light.
-Cyrus K.