— Edgar Allan Poe (via aplethoraofquotations)
You once told me you always hurt and push away the ones you love most in times when you can’t handle yourself. I never wanted to believe that you were capable of such self-destruction, up until now.
I waited for a glimpse of the one who made love exist for me again, but she has gone on a journey, without luggage.
I stand alone, left behind, being just a fragment of the man you used to praise as a missing piece you’ve always been looking for. I am no more.
Nothing will come, I told myself
Nothing will change, the past told me
I tried to let loose of the question marks but they brewed with the days that reaped my nights, slowly losing all the fights.
How to abstain to what felt like purity and a sudden blessing once?
I don’t know. The only possible thing is to outgrow what can’t be replenished. I’m in harms way because of my own heart and mind.
Nothing will come, the past told me
Violence has a heart for destruction but also carries the name of peace when the battle has been fought. I surrender.