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“This is the part. The part that feels
like a piece of me dies every time
I have to leave him.
You see, I know what I have
and for a while I won’t have it;
the only person on this earth
who understands my quietness,
who understands my innate sadness,
and never asks me the dreaded questions;
“What is wrong with you?
Why aren’t you talking?”
Because he just… gets it.
And lets me be this melancholic thing
while assuring me that
wherever his heart is beating in this world,
it will always be beating in unison with mine.”
― Forlorn
like a piece of me dies every time
I have to leave him.
You see, I know what I have
and for a while I won’t have it;
the only person on this earth
who understands my quietness,
who understands my innate sadness,
and never asks me the dreaded questions;
“What is wrong with you?
Why aren’t you talking?”
Because he just… gets it.
And lets me be this melancholic thing
while assuring me that
wherever his heart is beating in this world,
it will always be beating in unison with mine.”
― Forlorn
“My never-ending pursuit of pain-avoidance
ultimately leads
to replacing one hurt with another.
Unruly pleasure
leads to bitter rage.
And these lessons I cannot learn
from beloveds who become
so cavalier.”
― Forlorn
ultimately leads
to replacing one hurt with another.
Unruly pleasure
leads to bitter rage.
And these lessons I cannot learn
from beloveds who become
so cavalier.”
― Forlorn
“So easily I trust
letting my petals drop,
leaving me so vulnerable
and you so deplorable,
and still I love and love
and love…”
― Forlorn
letting my petals drop,
leaving me so vulnerable
and you so deplorable,
and still I love and love
and love…”
― Forlorn
“Along my lips my blood does weep
as I mourn the love that kissed me deep,
’twas not enough to make my heart melt—
he has to use it to gloss his lips like diamonds,
diamonds they were when they kissed mine
wounding lacerations and slices the like.
But I don’t shine; I don’t speak
and see this heart? It no longer beats.”
― Forlorn
as I mourn the love that kissed me deep,
’twas not enough to make my heart melt—
he has to use it to gloss his lips like diamonds,
diamonds they were when they kissed mine
wounding lacerations and slices the like.
But I don’t shine; I don’t speak
and see this heart? It no longer beats.”
― Forlorn
“But I feel these chains tighten
as I disappear in another disease of the heart,
a love that should never be and will never be
and could never be, and yet that familiar shiver
chases my skin and my eyes see only him.”
― Forlorn
as I disappear in another disease of the heart,
a love that should never be and will never be
and could never be, and yet that familiar shiver
chases my skin and my eyes see only him.”
― Forlorn
“Look at the stars,
look at the moon streaked in the water,
look at the Picasso face in the sky
that breathes the words of Lorca on the cheeks
of the crossed ones who long to touch,
too confused to wander.”
― Forlorn
look at the moon streaked in the water,
look at the Picasso face in the sky
that breathes the words of Lorca on the cheeks
of the crossed ones who long to touch,
too confused to wander.”
― Forlorn
“I willed that star to fall
so you would swallow it
and I will recognise you
with your glowing belly
and declare that you are mine.”
― Forlorn
so you would swallow it
and I will recognise you
with your glowing belly
and declare that you are mine.”
― Forlorn
