Amidst love's journey, conflicts always arise.
Tackling trials, growth coherently becomes evident.
Within struggles, our radiance shines through.
Through understanding, we live with ease.
We mend; wounds heal, strength apparent.
A journey together, imperfect yet true.
With benevolent words and no malice,
And an act of forgiveness inherent,
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Cute. Thats all I ever was to you. Take away my passion, take away my wit, my curiosity, my intelligence, my determination, my power. Take away everything. Then sure, cute is just fine.
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Nabij zonder woorden,
jouw blik zoekt de mijne.
Een vinger beweegt,
en mijn huid weet al
wat jij verlangt.
Warmte stroomt,
zonder haast,
zonder twijfel.
Worth it I mean.
The Breath and Withhold you lose trying to convey your Feelings to the World next to xou.
The Stamina you need to develop, to last beneath those crushing Waves of self doubt, self pity and self loathing.
To surrender the Ability to recognize your Reflection after having forgotten which dream to follow.
Endless Moments wasted for a shred of foreign, mindless acceptance.
How come you are ready to lose so much of yourself when you don´t even know what you´re so desperately in Need of.
Ready to thrash between wanting to go unseen and hide your Mistakes or stick out to feel an ounce of Uniqueness.
Because this is not going to end.
It is not going to end with you losing a Battle against yourself in order to blend into the Mass to the Point where you´ve forgotten your favourite colour.
Within your Lifetime the only Thing you´re going to realize is that what you´ve been looking for is right there.
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I wonder, were you it? Will anyone ever love me the way you loved me, or were you it? Will anyone ever lose sleep thinking about me, pining over me the way you did, or were you it? I think you were it. I can’t sleep because I think you were it. Because now there is nothing. It’s done. And I will never again be loved so deeply. And I will never again be wanted so deeply. And I will never again be the reason he can’t sleep. How could you have ever loved me. There is nothing here deserving of love. How did you see this mess as something worth loving. Will anyone else see me the way you did. Please tell me you weren’t it. Please tell me you were only the beginning. tell me there is more.
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Voel me aan.
Niet met woorden,
maar met ogen die blijven hangen
en handen die niet hoeven te zoeken.
Ik beweeg tussen stilte en verlangen,
tussen adem en hartslag,
tussen wie ik was en wie ik durf te zijn
wanneer jij dichtbij bent.
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Het besef kwam toen ik jou zag.
Alsof alles even stilviel,
alsof tijd zijn adem inhield.
Niet omdat ik zocht,
maar omdat jij er was.
En ineens wist ik
wat ik nooit eerder begreep.
Nabij zonder woorden,
jouw blik zoekt de mijne.
Een vinger beweegt,
en mijn huid weet al
wat jij verlangt.
Warmte stroomt,
zonder haast,
zonder twijfel.
Er zijn woorden die stokken
nog vóór ze gedacht worden,
die zich verbergen
achter de adem,
in de schaduw van het hart.
Tussen wat gezegd is
en wat bedoeld werd
ligt een vlakte
waar stilte groeit als mos.
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Twee blikken
vinden elkaar
zonder woorden.
Een stilte
die niet leeg is,
maar vol vertrouwen.
Hand in hand,
zonder te trekken,
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