Have you ever held mercury in the palm of your hand? (I have, before I knew it was dangerous to do so - so please consider this answer the metaphor that it is without trying this at home.) Mercury is a liquid metal and if you hold your hand open it pools in the center of it, shiny, metallic, cool, peaceful, still, alive.
If you squeeze your hand shut it squirts out through your fingers.
Mercury can only be held loosely, in a palm wide open, and I think the same is true for love.
Needy love is desperate, voracious, possessive, jealous, grasping. Your heart, filled with fear and an illusion of dependency, loops tightly around it, ultimately squeezing out anything beautiful.
Needy love means you will (sooner or later) lose everything.
It’s best to love without needing. This is healthy love, open love, airy love, the kind that sets you free.
If I am insecure I want people to need me. Because if there is no “need”, why else would they stay?
Insecurity does not let me see that the reason to stay is me: just me - not what I do, what I solve or what I provide.
This is how I become attracted only to people with a tendency to suffocate me with the kind of love that needs.
What you should do with that boyfriend of yours is thank him for loving you the way love should be.
1 615 minutes ago
I see you
you see me
you see me still
I see you move
you see me to
Sea and you
I see you still
like you care, you stare
and you’re gone
That Seals It
In an unending pace
of a windowpane
Like a picture framed In screen motion
My eyes got stuck in one apparition
Maybe I could glare in those
Of all the crowded places
Of all the unseen faces
I passed by,
I have come to see
A clear pictograph of you
In the freezing time
Of this metro station,
This is for me. And for you– to the soul who's been edging to a breakdown,
Overthinking has become your bestfriend... you've been crying yourself to sleep and waking up every morning feeling tired and unmotivated. You see failure just around the corner. You feel your limbs weakening day after day. Your heart is wrenching and your brain is draining the life out of you. You want to ask, "When will it stop?" You just don't see the beauty of life anymore. I know your gaze has been going back and forth to that sharp object near your bedside. You often find yourself staring somewhere off. You find yourself walking home with tears pooling in your eyes.
You are broken, yet no one seems to notice.
You discreetly ask people for help but they don't seem to get it.
Have a wonderful day
Ooh, my heart
Yes, my mind
Aw, my eyes
As I'm staring at the mirror
Pickin myself apart
Asking many questions
Thinking of you
Wishing you were here
Yes I do, yes I do
Asking if your?
Been missing you
As I'm making a wish
Speaking to myself
Singing a song
But, I want to stay awake
So, I don't lose sight of you
As my eyes start to close
Whispering I love you
Baby baby baby
What I really need?
Is to be lying in your arms
Looking in your eyes
Feeling loved, safe
Ooh, that perfume
It's affecting me
Baby baby baby
I'm so glad your here
Yes, your the reason
The kiss upon my lips 💋
As my eyes start to cry to with joy. 🦋
Days seem different now,
and I have no accurate words to describe them.
Things feel like water.
No taste to savour,
no colours to admire.
Life reacts to every pebble like happenings,
its still water looking exactly like radar signals
if occurrences decide to take a plunge.
I have no idea about the things I do
after escaping the midnight conversations in sly.
Though I'm assured about certain things going well,
reality flops beside me like a wounded corpse.
Words hold their grip by the edge of my lips,
only to be gulped down with the unspoken truths
that unveil people's unwantedness towards me.
Life's all about balance, they say.
You need work if your body hasn't moved an inch,
and happiness if pain has become too much for you.
But when those dusty days are lived,
and every defeat is remembered,
why do I see that tilt never favouring the good?
For once in this life,
why can't things be evenly matched?
Endings are tragic to feel,
painful if it's about two souls
whose attachment finds love in being for each other.
But stand upright,
Because if the end is yours,
it will chase you down.
You'll hunt for escapes,
only to find each of them growing faint.
You'll suffocate to death,
even if that desperate struggle to live
was never meant to be your last.
Through life, you meet people who make you fall in love. They make you fall for them, they pretend to love you hard and then leave you for a wee reason ad wee as “momentary temptation”, the person who gave you all reasons to smile throws at you the heaviest reason to weep. Such people are easy to be found at every crossroad of life but one fine day you will meet someone who will make you rise in love. Who will support your strengths and will push away your weaknesses? Someone who will not only say sugar-coated phrases but will be hard on you when they find a need to make you strong. Someone who will believe your every action, who will correct your mistakes without amusing your shortcomings. That someone will stay without being asked for. That someone will always come back to you no matter what goes wrong. That someone will be mature enough to love you above all temptations. That someone being destined or not will stay yours till the end of time.! Wait for that someone and when you find him/her, never let them go!. ❤
Indeed, this is not your moment.
Maybe tomorrow again you'll fall.
But the day after issues won't be able to stand tall
Because you are a warrior one day you will realise it all
Today, chose to bloom, it's your call