✍🏻 I miss you

way, ‘way’ beyond belief

bloodied knuckles & a cowardly lover’s letter, expressing his departing…

Limitless Infinity

   6 I look but I don’t see
  I hear but don’t listen

  I’ve never felt these deprivations
  I have never known such emotions

  I touch but I don’t feel
  I eat but it’s tasteless

  I’m literally not functioning
  I am but a dead human walking

  I breathe scentless flowers
  I yearn to sense your soul

  I’d give everything to be with you
  I would do anything to be yours 9


✍🏻 I am so very sorry 😐

for the way I behaved with you

  More than words can express
   More than ever ever before
   I so sincerely apologise
   I do so regret my wrongs
   To think that our past times are now dark in your mind cuts me into 1,001 pieces
   Heaven became Hell
   Paradise turned to Purgatory
   Luscious Light > Moonless Night.

📙 Milk and Honey

[Canadian |1982–]

you might not have been my first love
but you were the love that made
all the other loves

— Oh Jay! This is true, it is so, so very true.

Milk and Honey (2014) is a collection of poetry and prose by Rupi Kaur. It is divided into four chapters, with each chapter serving a different purpose. Violence, abuse, love, loss and femininity are prevalent themes.

Critics have called Kaur’s work instapoetry (“instapoets” are poets who have risen to fame by using social media to leverage their work). It has also been described as easy and simply constructed. However, she has been credited with changing people’s views of poetry, by this simplistic style and telling things as they are. Moreover, and of critical import to the world of poems and poetry, John Maher, of Publishers Weekly, stated that while a 2015 survey reported a drop in poetry reading between 1992 and 2012, poetry sales figures doubled in 2017, in the years after Milk and Honey was published. As of 2019, 2.5 million copies have been sold and it was listed on The New York Times Best Seller list for more than 77 weeks.

people go but how they left always stays

— I am beseeching you.

i am hopelessly
a lover and
a dreamer and
that will be the
death of me

— This is me, this is so, so very me.

I shall end with the beginning:

why is it that when the story ends,
we begin to feel all of it



& 100% resolute…

Nothing compares

Nothing compares to you

Paradise Lost @ Priceless Cost
Paradise Lost at a Priceless Cost

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

I’d never dreamed that I’d love somebody [so much as] you

And I’d never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

Separation, by Edvard Munch (1894)

I ain’t bound by no genre pedantry; I can only express in the way that I feel able to and, in any case, here’s my heartfelt and sincerely appreciated references: [1] & [2]

‘Just deserts’

neither meed // nor guerdon

Get (or receive) one’s just deserts
— To receive what one deserves, especially an appropriate punishment.
“Those who cause great torment to others will ultimately get their just deserts.”

— A punishment or fate that someone deserves.
“He got his comeuppance in the end; he treated her like a toy and now she’s dumped him.”

i’m “Thetis.” You’re “Jupiter.”

Júpiter y Tetis, by Auguste Ingres (1811)
Júpiter y Tetis, by Auguste Ingres (1811)

الرب لديه رحمة

{{ It is not fair }}
Why must it be this way?