Happy has five letters
Pizza has five lettersThis is no coincidence
(via letgoandjustlivelife)
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Pablo Neruda ; La Centaine D’Amour.
Sache que je ne t’aime pas et que je t’aime
puisque est double la façon d’être de la vie,
puisque la parole est une aile du silence,
et qu’il est dans le feu une moitié de froid.
Moi je t’aime afin de commencer à t’aimer,
afin de pouvoir recommencer l’infini
et pour que jamais je ne cesse de t’aimer :
c’est pour cela que je ne t’aime pas encore.
Je t’aime et je ne t’aime pas, c’est comme si
j’avais entre mes deux mains les clés du bonheur
et un infortuné, un incertain destin.
Mon amour a deux existences pour t’aimer.
Pour cela je t’aime quand je ne t’aime pas
et c’est pour cela que je t’aime quand je t’aime.
I am yours but I am not yours to hold.
You tell me that I am loved
Still I can’t seem to love you.
And these bridges I burnt down so you could love me more,
I now realize I only wanted you to care for me, like he used to care about me
Yet I know you never will.
I am forgotten yet I can’t seem to forget.
My skin is still stained by the bruises
our bodies inflected to one another.
When loving each other became like a cancer
a growing pain we couldn’t seem to stitch up.
I am beautified yet can’t seem to get any prettier.
You tell me the sweetest things any girl would want to listen
but still deeper do I want to disappear
into his skin when I used not to fear
love, life, humanity.
And now I run empty and scared until I feel nothing inside.
So then you can finally get out of my mind.
This bed is my gravestone, my farewell to mankind.
© Jula
It’s been weeks now that I’ve been working on that poem without ever being entirely satisfied with it. So I decided I would let it grow, like a flower, until my ideas bud completely and I can finally pick them up and make of them a beautiful tree. Because you see, I planted seeds and made poems and trees out of my love for you when you walked away. And our love still blossoms somewhere inside of me.
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I told you that you hurt me,
when I should have just said
thank you;for helping me grow,
and to learn that time was made up
of people trying to heal.Scars are just temporary,
they say. But I look down
at my wrists, and still see
what you did to me;
when you told me
that it wasn’t my fault,
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