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Don't ask me to be fine immediately. It's not as if stabbing your heart yesterday and expecting it to heal itself the ne...
30/04/2023

Don't ask me to be fine immediately. It's not as if stabbing your heart yesterday and expecting it to heal itself the next day. It's not as simple as making your own instant coffee every morning, ready to be sipped anytime soon. It is far from dropping a glass of water, anticipating to repair itself by staring at it. It is not just telling the raindrops to stop pouring just because you want to. Time is what I need, just like waiting for the water to boil for your morning coffee. It is as long as fixing a broken glass —piece by piece. It is gazing through your window as droplets of rain run dry. It takes time to heal. It's not as easy as how you've hurt me.

Does it still hurt?I wonder if you still feel the same pain everytime you hear his name coming out from my lips. I could...
30/04/2023

Does it still hurt?

I wonder if you still feel the same pain everytime you hear his name coming out from my lips. I couldn't stop myself from pondering if your heart still aches at the thought of "we've almost made it". How about all those restless nights of drinking just so you could cry afterwards? Did it stop already?
What about the mornings without me and the darkness it brings? Have you overcome it? I hope you did, because as much as I want to console you, I cannot and I will not.
This isn't about us anymore.

You are one of my sketches that I failed to finish. I was unable to put colors on —that I eventually discarded. You're m...
30/04/2023

You are one of my sketches that I failed to finish. I was unable to put colors on —that I eventually discarded. You're my morning coffee that I wasn't able to drink. I don't want it too hot and when it gets cold, I'll just pour it in the sink. You are the book that I have been reading but never find myself done with it. You're the lipstick that I impulsively bought but didn't really think suited me. I don't know why I always find my starts with you but never find myself to settle. Perhaps we are the same, I am the canvas that you never tried to paint on. I am one of your shoes, always on your choices but was never chosen. I am one of your favorite watches, that you eventually let go off because of new ones. I think this is just what we are. You as my start but never my ending, and me as one of your options that you will forever disregard.

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30/04/2023

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