Quotes of the day #190


never dies

an actual death.

It dies because

we don’t know

how to replenish

its source.

It dies because of


and errors

and betrayals.

It dies because of


and wounds.

It dies because of




grab my backpack and onto the forest of love


There is a list of questions

I want to ask

but never will

There is a list of questions

I go through in my head

every time I’m alone

and my mind

can’t stop itself from searching for you

There is a list of questions I want to ask

so if you’re listening somewhere

here I am asking them

What do you think happens

to the love that’s left behind?

When two lovers leave

how blue do you think it gets?

Before it passes away

does it pass away?

or does it still exist somewhere

waiting for us to come back

When we lied to ourselves

by calling this unconditional

and left

which one of us hurt more?

I shattered into a million little pieces

and those pieces shattered

into a million more

crumbled into dust till

there was nothing left of me

but the silence

Tell me how, love

How did the grieving feel for you?

How did the mourning hurt?

How did you peel your eyes open after every blink?

knowing I’d never be there staring back

It must be hard to live with what ifs

there must always be this constant dull aching

in the pit of your stomach

Trust me

I feel it too

How in the world did we get here?

How did we live through it?

and how are we still living?

How many months did it take

before you stopped thinking of me?

or are you still thinking of me?

cause if you are

then maybe I am too

thinking of you

thinking of me

with me

in me

around me


you and me and us

Do you still touch yourself to thoughts of me?

Do you still imagine my naked tiny tiny body pressed into yours?

Do you still imagine the curve of my spine

and how you wanted to rip it out of me?

Cause the way it dipped into my perfectly rounded bottom

drove you crazy


Sugar baby

Sweet baby

Ever since we left

How many times did you pretend

it was my hand stroking you

How many times did you search for me

in your fantasies

and end up crying

instead of coming

Don’t you lie to me

I can tell when you’re lying

cause there’s always

that little bit of arrogance

in your response

Are you angry with me?

Are you okay?

and would you tell me if you’re not?

and if we see each other again

do you think you’d reach out

and hold me

like you said you would?

The last time we spoke

and you talked of the next time

we would

or do you think we’d just look

shake in our skin

as we pine to absorb

as much as we can

of each other

cause by this time

we’ve probably got someone else

waiting at home

we were good together

weren’t we?

and is it wrong that

I’m asking you these questions?

Tell me love

that you have been

looking for answers too

I do wanna know the answers but at the same time I don’t