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See, when you meet someone for the first time, you don’t really imagine that they would turn out to be someone important to you. You don’...
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I know you think that we were meant to be together, and I believed that too, for a while. But I think we’re trying too hard to keep somethin...
One day, you’ll know and it will all make sense.
I get this awful feeling that you have stopped loving me. I don’t know how it happened or what it felt like but I know that if I reached ou...
Solitude fits me so perfectly that I can’t take it off.
And when I saw you, for the first time my heart kind of went “Oh, there you are.”
i wake up in the morning hoping that maybe something’s happened while i was asleep, that maybe i’ve moved on, i’ve let go. i go to sleep at ...
One. You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so...
Maybe 10 years from now we’ll meet again at a coffee shop down the road and start over.
what if medusa was a real woman. i mean: what if the woman with snakes in her hair was once a tiny girl with beautiful braids in her black hair.what if the stories came from her smooth hands. when she was six she could make pottery that looked like flowers blooming in your palms. could carefully cre...
some days there are rainstorms in my mouth and i feel that if i speak i must speak around them and some nights the thunder gets loud in my throat and i find myself a waterfall, all spilling over; saying things that in the bright morning when my tongue is only spring mist all sound silly and defeatis...
Go ahead. Call it love. Call it sunshine and soft, pink underbelly turned up. Call it romantic. Sugar-spun. Warm and tingling. Moth-to-the-l...
if you met the personification of your mind, would you be friends with them? if they spoke to you the way you speak to yourself, would you ever talk to them again? would you let them offer you advice? how far would you trust them?if you met the personification of your soul, of who you are on your be...
All I wanted was for you to understand my side.
I’ll always love you but it’s not enough. I want to apologize first of all for being the first one to say it but I can’t k...
She’s the type of person to look you right in the eye when she lies, but not one to look you right in the eye when her heart is involv...
Often, I feel that I disappoint too many people for not being able to accept my full potential. Of failing to see myself through their eyes....
You were the one that kept me going, admist of the pain, confusion, and anger. It was always you that brought me back. You weren’t just some...