personal, poetry, thoughts

I Am Not Like My Mother

I’m not like my mother
The perfect wife of an absent man
The present parent to the one off-duty
The caretaker, the homemaker.

I am not like my mother
To wait nights up alone wondering where he’s gone
To spend days questioning if she’s done something wrong
To fake a smile going to gatherings alone.

I am not like my mother.

I am
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personal, thoughts

Maybe

you give yourself
wearing your heart on your sleeve,
a love that you pick
from your pockets like a thief;

where does it all go?
no love comes back you know, 


you turn empty slowly,
afraid of things, you can’t keep track,
knowing what you give freely
you most certainly will never get back; 

but every single time,
some part of you starts
believing:  

maybe this time it will work
maybe this time they won’t leave me.

thoughts

#ThingsIHaven’tToldYou

“I am here sitting alone at a coffee shop thinking that I came here last with you—not to catch up but to say goodbye. I realized how much I really loved you and how we now both have someone new, but you still cross my mind every time.

I don’t know why. Maybe we don’t really un-love someone. Continue reading “#ThingsIHaven’tToldYou”

personal, poetry, ramblings

Sin mejores palabras

Nosotros somos como el cielo y el mar.
Si veas en el horizonte
Hay una línea fina donde se besan indefinidamente
Pero en realidad
Nunca ni se tocan.

Somos la misma color de azul
Vive y se mueve en acuerdo con el tiempo
Pero somos hechos de materiales diferentes
Uno crece con los manos hacia el sol
Y el otro siempre quiere bailar con la luna.

Tú y yo.
Con los ojos celestiales, tuyos y míos.
Siempre conectados pero nunca juntos.
Siempre en mis pensamientos, nunca en mi corazón.

first one written in Spanish. if there are any mistakes please let me know!

quotes, thoughts

To The Woman Who Cried Oceans For You

[…]

I loved you. Maybe more than I will ever love myself. And you loved me too. We were living in a paradise of rainbows and wildflowers. Our love was stronger than any storm.
But in its wake also comes destruction. In the process of falling in love, we also destroyed ourselves.

But we never knew that until it’s already too late for the two of us,
We were already broken.
The chasm between the two of us could no longer be bridged,
So we decided to let each other go.
[…]

Written by Avena Dane for Artparasites.com