Empty Bottles Full of Stories

by R.H. Sin

the world is hard, that people are soft, and all of us are terribly looking for ways NOT to shatter.

Sadness, like happiness, is delicate and temporary.

A flower is still a flower . . . no matter what it goes through and no matter where it decides to bloom.

If there is any kind of music to be appreciated, then it is there, between the beats of her heart and the quiet exhale of her breath.

Love hard and love broken people even harder.

She’s a moon and she needs a man with a heart the size of an ocean to pull her away from the chaos within.

alone near you. there were days where i considered you a soul mate but it turns out the love of my life was just a lie that i allowed myself to believe in out of fear of being alone not understanding that i felt the loneliest whenever standing beside you

the beginning of another end. where do promises go when broken what happens to love when hearts are shattered what happens to the truth that was once given to a liar we lose these things for one another then search for them later to give to someone else and so it all begins again the journey of friends becoming lovers then enemies in the end

i was living in a version of hell that i accepted because deep down i didn’t really think that i deserved to have all the things i claimed to want

Screaming out “Choose me or you’ll lose me” but I’ve yet to leave. Wanting us to work but at the same time realizing that you will never be able to provide all that I need. I see and yet I’m blind all at the same time.

Years of feeling like I could never be enough for you has caused so much damage to my fucking soul.

we’re not sleeping just to rest we’re closing our eyes just to escape the things that haunt us while we’re awake

you’ll get through this because you have yourself and right now you are everything you need and you have always been enough

i think the silence replaced our screams we sat there preserving our energy for other things, maybe even other people we stopped touching each other eye contact was obsolete as we continued to drift apart like a ship leaving the shore

you tell yourself enough lies and you’ll stay a bit longer pretending to be happy smiling on cue, posing for photos wearing joy like a mask while struggling to find peace you put on your best face today and even though it’s getting worse you’ll say “i’m fine” if anyone asks

forever never comes. i’ve been standing here waiting for more of what you refuse to give more of what you promised more of what you’ve continued to deny me i’ve been standing here waiting for the arrival of the person i thought you were i’ve been standing here in the cold waiting for you to warm me up emotionally starving myself with this impossible hope that you’ll eventually change i’ve rearranged my entire life for you for nothing it seems my dreams are no longer dreams the thought of you has become a dreadful nightmare as i stand here, staring into the abyss awaiting something that’ll never happen i stand here alone and empty waiting to be filled by someone who has proven to be full of shit and though i should quit i’ve chosen not to walk away failing to realize that not giving up on you means giving up on myself i stand here waiting afraid, fearful of the unknown scared to move because what if you show up and what if you arrive as everything i wanted you to be it’s been days, now weeks, now years and i’m still standing, i’m still here

you’re tired but you’re powerful enough to let go you may be tired but you’re still strong enough to walk away

Honesty has become a lost art, and loyalty seems to have vanished right before our eyes. I’ve

I’ll never judge a guarded heart.