SummerRose/MidnightRose

I wanted a name for us
because I was afraid of losing you.
I thought if I could call us something,
you would stay shaped by it,
anchored,
real.

Now the name is all that’s left.

I don’t reach for you the same way.
You don’t look at me like before.
But we keep the word between us,
like it still knows
what to do with us.

I stay because I remember.
You stay because starting over feels cruel.
Because admitting the truth
would mean accepting
that love can be sincere
and still end.

So I keep calling us something.
And we live inside the label,
long after the feeling moved out.

And I wonder,
are we brave for staying,
or just too afraid to let go
of a name
that stopped being real
a long time ago.

the beauty of silence 🌿🍃

"We shall meet in the place where there is no more darkness."
—George Orwell, 1984

Keep taking time for yourself,
the world can wait.
The noise, the demands,
the endless voices calling your name,
they will still be there tomorrow.

Let the dishes sit in the sink tonight.
Leave the bed unmade.
Order takeout instead of cooking,
and don’t feel guilty for it.
You are allowed to rest.

Sit in the quiet.
Wrap yourself in a blanket
and watch the rain slide down the window.
Play that one song you’ve had on repeat
and let it cradle you like a friend.

Peel away the heaviness,
the masks you’ve worn,
the versions of you
that were built for survival.
You don’t need them now.

Keep resting,
keep pausing,
let yourself cry at 2AM over nothing,
keep being gentle with the parts of you
that needs you.

One day,
you will wake up and feel light.
You will look in the mirror and finally recognize again
the person staring back.

Keep taking time for yourself,
in coffee sips, in long showers,
in choosing silence when you need it.

Keep taking time for yourself,
again and again,
until you’re you again.

When love arrives, it doesn’t knock politely. It walks right in, calls you beautiful when you least expect it, and makes the ordinary feel extraordinary. It’s in the little moments—the sleepy eyes, the messy hair, the unspoken words. And sometimes, it stays. Sometimes, it leaves. But it always teaches you something. Source: Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye - When Love Arrives l Button Poetry (YouTube) . . #literature #literaturelover #literaturequotes #classicliterature #poetry #poetrycommunity #whenlovearrives #inspiration #inspirational #explore #reading #explorepage #exploremore #darkacademia #aesthetic #instagram #reels #trending #algorithm #instadaily #reach #viral #viralreels

And sometimes love is
not the way the movies told us it would be.
Not the fireworks,
not the slow dance in the rain,
not the happy ending that ties up neatly in ninety minutes.

Love is the silence after the door closes,
when you don’t know
if they’re coming back,
but you still leave the light on anyway.

It’s the way your voice breaks
when you say their name
and realize the echo answers you back.

It’s missing the little things,
the mug they always reached for
in the morning,
the hoodie you still keep
in the back of your closet,
the way their laugh used to fill the room,
the message thread you can’t bring yourself to delete.

Love is choosing to stay
when it’s easier to run,
holding on
even when your hands are shaking,
letting go
even when every bone in your body
is begging you to fight harder.

It’s not always soft.
Sometimes it’s jagged.
Sometimes it leaves you bleeding.
Sometimes it teaches you
that the most painful thing you’ll ever do
is wish them well without you in the picture.

And sometimes the person you lose
is the same person you find
when you finally look in the mirror.

Love is
learning to be your own rescue,
your own safe place,
your own light left on at night.

It’s standing in the ruins and realizing:
you are still here.
And that’s enough.
More than enough.

Love is the proof
that even in the breaking,
you were worth saving,
and you were the one who saved you.