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“I’m healing, but I’ll never be the same again.”

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Ramón López Velarde, from Song of the Heart: Selected Poems; “Ill-Omened Return”
“Forgive me for my love, for ruining you with my love.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
You can always recognize someone who has suffered, they listen more than they speak.
-Sh𝚒
Desperation brims my eyes as I awake from a dream, all that I've been missing, been asking for, playing out before me
The way things used to be
And it's always the same conversation, the desperation, defeat, the tangible sadness that leaves me exhausted, grasping for new ways to articulate this shift, this difference, the way it's all changed
Cheeks burned raw, eyes puffy, we go in circles and I may as well just sit
The end, further and further out of reach in the distance

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“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
Freeform; Nostalgia.
Sometimes. Often when I am alone once more, in the echoes of a day filled with laughter.
You creep into my bones as if I were standing in the midst of a blizzard in nothing but my flesh.
Heavy with guilt and grief and hope. Familiarity. It’s nice to reminisce on that feeling and get lost in the idea of you again.
I sit and sip my water, staring out the kitchen window. Crickets chirp in the night air. The moon whispers to me and for a brief moment, all I heard was you.
Hi there :)
Protecting my sanity, keeping my peace and all that jazz. For the sake of this blog, you all can call me Sable! I cope with a lot of emotions and struggle to properly get them out verbally so my therapist suggested I maybe post my poetry and small writing blurbs here to Tumblr! I haven't been on Tumblr since the whole debacle in December 2018, and mostly lurk nowadays so we thought this could also double as a way to maybe talk to other people again. As a whole I tend to avoid discourse, so I block freely and curate my space as I go! I hope everyone who reads this has a pleasant day! Happy healing <3