fun fact: this is a revised version of a piece i wrote when i was like, 14/15. i wrote it at the actual time of the first section of ‘shades of lovers,’ so i found it fitting that it finally find a home amongst poems about the same thing.
comment a ‘💔’ if you can relate ❤️
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————————————————— @catarinehancock • #catarinehancock
863187 hours ago
“If he can't handle you at your worst then he does not deserve at your best.” 🥀
💬📝 “Ci sarà un posto per ogni debolezza, incomprensione ed ogni turbamento. Desideriamo uscire da momenti poco chiari, attimi in cui perdiamo il respiro ed ogni piccolo frammento di forza. Giornate sempre vuote , oscurate da perplessità che si affliggono. Tempestati dalle incurie del tempo, dalle intemperie a cui siamo esposti. Per chi ha visto L ultima briciola di speranza e non ha rincorso; per chi ancora osserva attentamente in costante ricerca. Quel filo sottile che ci lascia nella terra di nessuno, dove anche una metà non sempre vale L altra. Arriverà per ogni cosa, il senso limpido. Ci sarà per ognuno la metà che colmerà ogni altra cosa e diverrà il tutto.
I want to know you in a way that no one has ever known before. I want to know why you are you. Every little thing in life that has molded you into who you are now. I want it all. .
//Where am I supposed to go ?
When I find you in every place I know,
I find you as a possibility,
a casualty that haunts my reality,
ever so persistent,
Keeping me paranoid,
So much that I feel watched by my own shadow,
Spamming my android,
Where I find a thread of images reflecting my mind's window.
you're always here,
To remind me of my every fear,
behind every pretentious smile I get,
encroaching my mind ridden with regret,
you sink your claws right into my patchwork of an heart,
making sure that even in my felicity I always remember you - my past. - Afra Khan
Prompt - being stalked ( by my past is my perspective )
Prompt credit - @theonewhoforgets