#traveledlight

I. @starlitecho00

Ever so far have I traveled,

seeking a love as pure and true

as the light I've found within his eyes,

a heavenly chorus illuminating my path.

The beckoning of forbidden fruit,

a predilection for candied temptation

laid before my famished lips.

He stirs a quickening in my pulse

as I inhale the promise of his kiss,

the sweetness of his mouth

an oasis in the desert of my desire.

A soft field for my heart to rest

as I surrender to his warm embrace.

II. @traveledlight

I found myself surprised to find someone on the same road I had walked alone for so long. How could I have been so blessed to find a reflection of my heart, beating in the same direction, singing in the rhythm of requited tenderness.

I found myself shaking at the way your eyes find mine, and I wonder what you see in them. Why does the thought of you make me weak?

Your fingers trace my lips in a gentle longing, planting the seeds of every future hunger that can only be watered as I grow within you.

I. @ashesinverses

The mirror holds a stranger,

but everyone else calls it me.

A reflection of gone days,

I don’t even remember.

So I move through familiar streets,

invisible in the skin they remember,

trying to find a hidden spot,

far away from the words

they use as ammunition.

They don’t know me anymore,

still they pretend they do,

clinging to the picture of the old me,

pale colors,

cracked canvas,

outdated,

shutting their eyes

whenever they see me.

They don’t want to see or hear,

like I just speak against a wall,

my voice fading,

my body empty,

while they call me names,

that aren’t even mine.

I am a story rewritten,

but everyone reads the old chapters

over and over again,

as if they could never tire of the old lines.

Every glance meets a face frozen in time,

an ice sculpture I can’t recognize,

unaware of who I’ve become.

Somewhere between who I was

and who I am,

I wait to be understood,

but even my old version

seemed to be incomprehensible.

Me,

trapped in a glass dome,

shielded from everyone.

II. @traveledlight

I see the way

you look at yourself—

like something misplaced,

like a name

that no longer fits.

They call you

by what you used to be,

hold you

to a version of you

that no longer breathes.

I know that feeling—

being split

between who I was

and who I am becoming,

judged

for what I left behind.

But I have danced

with my demons,

bled through tears—

I have become

something unrecognizable.

A version of myself

that should have been met

at the right time.

I don’t wear

the name of my past—

it no longer breathes.

And I won’t wait

for anyone

to catch up

to the shape

I’ve grown into.

So hear me—

you are not

the reflection

they hold onto.

You are

everything

that came after.

And maybe

they don’t recognize you—

because you survived

something

I. @traveledlight

You said it would be best if we kept space,

that anything more would overflow

into the quiet corners of our rooms.

But you still come back.

You want to read my book of secrets

like it’s something given, not taken.

Maybe you’re curious about the way I love—

even with trauma bleeding through the pages,

it didn’t turn me into something worse.

You keep returning with questions,

like I’m a puzzle you enjoy solving,

checking if I’m still okay in the silence you created.

How can I be so important

when I’m just me?

But the irony is

you give yourself away too.

In the way you care.

In the way you return.

In the way your own pages feel unfinished

unless I’ve read them.

Maybe you want to be understood

just as much as I do.

And maybe that’s why you come back—

because my story

is also the place

where yours gets read.

II. @sparklesinmyhead

The space we created,

asked for lines to be written.

So we had no choice but to fill them with ourselves.

That's why I came back to you.

And your secrets were still there, waiting to be read.

I tried to understand you.

In every sense and every word.

I was bleeding too, somehow...

If you were a puzzle, I was a piece of it,

so we fixed ourselves together.

At least, that's what I think.

I couldn't hold it back, so yes, I gave part of myself too.

I like the way you care,

and I don't regret returning.

The lines needed to be written!

You understand me, and that's enough.

I came back, so here we are —

Because when you read it, I will know another chapter started,

I. @traveledlight

Would you still cut your hand

and bind your blood to mine—

just to feel a little closer?

Would you taste the iron

on your lips,

call it devotion,

let it linger like fire in your veins?

Would you wear it—

a symbol carved in skin—

sacred and permanent?

Would you mark me

while you held me,

confusing love with permanence,

intensity with immortality?

Tell me—

if I disappeared,

would you follow?

Would you lose yourself

in promises too heavy to keep,

all in the name of a feeling

you couldn’t survive without?

Or am I the only one left

who would go that far,

who would descend into darkness

just to see you again?

II. @pretty-little-nightmare-xx

I’d take the blade without fear,

To taste the salt and crimson wine.

I’ll whisper secrets in your ear,

Your beating pulse matched to mine,

I’d press the steel against my wrist,

To taste the copper honey of our soul.

In every drop, a truth you missed,

You are the part that makes me whole.

Every mark is like a shrine,

A heavy cross I choose to bear.

I am your shadow, you are mine,

A holy, silent prayer.

If you should vanish in the night,

To the darkness where the spirits go,

I’d forfeit every spark of light,

To find you in the depths below.

If you should slip beneath the tide,

I’d drown within the blackest sea.

With every shadow as my guide,

I’ll hunt the ghost of you and me.

You are not lost or left alone,

In depths where even angels fear.

I’d turn my heart to heavy stone,

I. @traveledlight

These tears are warm mourning

for a place I’ve never been.

My body hurts,

aching for flesh

that once burned for mine.

But maybe I was always meant

to burn for something

I could never keep—

to love someone

just out of my reach.

I’ll always wonder the what-ifs,

or if I wasn’t enough,

because you said you’d never leave.

And now I’m left with ashes

slipping through my fingers,

the residue scarring me,

blackening who I was

when I was with you.

And yet I long

for future moments

that will forever escape me.

And somewhere,

someone else feels this too.

II. @4-ngelyn

Call me when you want me.

The darker, the better—

that way your light will seem even brighter,

my star.

My love for you is alive,

faintly breathing.

I long for you endlessly.

But now you seem so far—

we’ve become strangers after dawn.

Oh stranger, how I miss those nights—

I miss your hands between my thighs,

a fire that made me believe

I’d be the one you keep.

Does your heart still ache for me?

Have your hands

already forgotten the shape of my body?

Have your lips forgotten

the taste of my mouth?

I’ve tried to catch your love

on these nights,

but it keeps escaping my hands.

This could have been

the greatest love story ever told

if you had let me take hold

of you

if you had let me write the end

for you.

But who am I?

Just a girl gazing up at the sky?

I was able to see our future

in those eternal blues,

but it turns out

I was the only one who could see it.

So who am I?

Just a girl

in love with you,

my elusive lover—

wondering if somewhere

I. @sylviamione

On one sunny Monday,

waiting for you,

I had never seen the sky so blue—

so dreamlike.

Then your text

broke me in half.

How could you say it’s over

when we had so much fun yesterday?

I was hurting so much—

like the way Plath

stuck her head into the oven,

a final betrayal

deeper than heartbreak.

I expected flowers,

not bullets to my chest.

I was with you

through the highs and the lows,

hid my tears,

never made you feel discomfort—

and suddenly,

the moments you said you’d never forget

you give to someone new.

As if all those laughs

and smiles

meant nothing.

So I wonder—

were you ever sincere from the start?

Are you even sincere with her now?

Does she know

her ending

might look like mine?

Once, I was a lover girl

who followed you everywhere.

Now I’m just a shadow

lurking in the dark—

forgotten.

Love and light

haven’t been the same for me.

But at least now

I know what you really are.

II. @traveledlight

I trusted you

to hold the knife to my chest—

I never expected

you’d actually push it in.

At first, I couldn’t breathe,

the shock paralyzing me

every morning I woke up.

You couldn’t possibly mean it.

Not forever.

But days passed,

and I gave it time—

the healer of things, right?

But your final words

twisted in me,

a mixed acceptance

poisoned with longing

and disbelief—

and the blood

hasn’t stopped spilling since.

And I wonder,

with your blood-stained hands,

if I was ever real to you,

or just a place you stayed

until something quieter

felt easier to hold.

I used to believe

what we had

meant something permanent—

but now I see

how quickly forever

can be rewritten.

You didn’t just leave.

You replaced the meaning

of everything we were.

And I’m left here

trying to understand—

if I lost you,

or if I finally saw you

I. @jasmimnocturna

I follow your silhouette

as it crosses that third shore,

where the blue of the sky kisses the sea

Your blurred outline—

a silent farewell,

our memory set adrift.

Your coldness, as blue

as the ocean’s depth,

consumes my thoughts—

the wrath of waves, the siren’s mystique.

Still, I search for your reflection in the sand.

I desired your desire,

I drowned in your charm.

All love dissolved into a single cry—

a breath of sea air,

the echo of your name,

The end of our story

swelling through the sails

Yet the compass needle

remains the magnet

that draws you back to me.

I gather the ocean

within myself,

distilling it into drops

to quench your thirst—

an antidote

to your detachment.

For I bind you

to the memory of me.

As the salt of our memory,

born in tears

Overflowing the sea,

rising as vapor, condensing

into the rain that will bathe you

Withering our seeds.

II. @traveledlight

And a memory

you will hold—

I have sailed

through oceans of you,

yet never touched

the water’s edge.

I have known thirst,

and every drop

reminds me

of the moments we can’t reach,

salt on our lips

from echoes

we carry alone.

Every memory I give

is a tether,

pulling me closer

even when miles

keep us apart.

I have learned

to breathe in your absence,

to drown willingly

in the tide of your memory,

anchored in what we were

and what lingers still.

The only antidote

is the way

we hold each other

in the folds of time,

every thought,

every sigh,

until distance fades

and we exist