yearning is the curse of love wrapped in sickeningly sweet sugar and memories, yearning is love's cruel illusion, a ghost that haunts the waiting heart of it's victim, yearning is a wound that never heals, never scabs over, just pulls at the marrow of the heart, yearning is the cruelest liar, painting the past with colors that were never there, yearning is a thirst that never quenches, a hunger that consumes the soul, leaving only emptiness in its wake, yearning is the prison of a heart that cannot forget, the cage of a mind that cannot escape its own longing, yearning is the ache that clings to the ribs, an invisible weight that bends the spine, yearning is the mind’s cruel game, spinning stories in the dark, weaving threads of what could have been into the fabric of a now that will never be. yearning is the taste of salt on lips, but no ocean to drown in, just the endless drought of a soul that was never appeased. so when you giggle and twirl your hair, swoon and sigh, 'oh, to yearn.. don't you want to?' i will not answer, for i have already drowned in that ocean, and learned there is no shore, i swallowed that sweetness and tasted only ash, i have been burned by the altar of longing, and i no longer pray, i have carried yearning to its end, and found it empty like my heart
⁺ཐི᪥̥̣̥̊ཋྀ ⁺⋆⋆⁺ ཐི᪥̥̣̥̊ཋྀ ⁺⋆⋆⁺ ཐི᪥̥̣̥̊ཋྀ ⁺⋆⋆⁺ ཐི᪥̥̣̥̊ཋྀ ⁺⋆⋆⁺ ཐི᪥̥̣̥̊ཋྀ ⁺⋆⋆⁺ ཐི᪥̥̣̥̊ཋྀ⁺
