My Love ♥️🧿
My love ♥️🧿
More Posts from Shunrehihosumedha and Others
Will be turning 23 in less than 12 hours. I am honestly blessed to meet such wonderful people in last couple of months that I can’t even imagine my life rn without them. I will always owe this to the universe for brining me close with the people I deserve and cherish whole heartedly. Iloveyou all so much🧿♥️
1st image: Art supplies by Big Lohan
2nd image: Stitch merchandise by Sofia and his boyfriend small Lohan
3rd image: Kuromi by Big Lohan
haiku #16, tathev simonyan
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis
When they hit you with “ No one can replace you ”
but Adeem Hashmi already said the truth “ Ek khilauna toot jaega .. nayaa mil jaega , mein nahi toh koi tujh ko dusra mil jaega ”
𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡
— Nizar Qabbani
I gave you a love so vast it could have swallowed cities whole. I built galaxies in my chest just to make room for you, carved out pieces of my soul and called them home so you would never feel alone. I was there and offering, but you… you only ever loved the echo of me, the shadow I cast in your mind, not the woman who bled herself dry to be enough. You didn’t love me. You loved the idea of being loved by someone like me. And that was the slow undoing.
You were never really there, not when I shattered quietly in rooms we shared, not when I fell asleep hoping you would see me again, not just look at me. I held up the heavens for us while you watched, arms folded, eyes elsewhere. And still, I stayed. Still, I gave. Foolish, maybe. Devoted, definitely.
Now, that it’s all gone. I have crossed oceans of pain to reach a shore where your name doesn’t burn on my skin anymore. I am somewhere better, freer, lighter. And just when I have stitched myself together with gold thread and midnight prayers, you come back.
You come back with a whisper of apology, a handful of words you never had the courage to speak when I was drowning right in front of you. Why now? Why always after?
It is the cruel theater of time, isn’t it? The final act where ghosts knock at your door once you have already exorcised them. People see your worth only in absence, crave your presence only when it is no longer a gift they are entitled to. Love should never be a posthumous award.
And yet, here I am, haunted not by you, but by the echo of who I was when I loved you. And that is the deepest ache of all.
(Darjeeling’22)
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