Fragments.

[Jaanuu]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


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To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

 

[Aswin]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


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To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

 

[AvivA]

To the Most Boldest Soul I Met in ZoZo...

It’s Not Just You...​

It’s not just you,
maybe it’s the same
for most of us,
who came here
seeking love,
not lust...

It’s hard to survive here,
but harder still
without peeking in...
Escaping reality
feels like a gift,
but even that boon
comes with a curse...

 

[Dom55]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


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To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

Wow. Awesome. How could you pen down so easily, so cleverly that reader can feel like watching live movie. Its story of many here. Important is no matter success or failure, how you take it for yourself. And the way you narrated , no one has gutts to harm your feelings for longtime. Temporary is fine as after all we are human. Anyway enjoyed reading it. Would like to read more. Dont take me wrong that I want to hear more and for that you continue experiencing with any Tom, Dick or Harry. Just choose wisely n then write wonderful story of all happiness in it. Because its really fun reading, your writing skill. Ty for sharing. keep it up.

 

[Nyxen]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


---------------------------------------------------------------------------

To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

Nice

 

[FRECKLES]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


---------------------------------------------------------------------------

To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

Nicee

 

[lolaaaa]

Your words ache with truth
You didn’t just survive
you shattered healed and became stronger jaanuma

 

[URum]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


---------------------------------------------------------------------------

To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

Beautiful

 

[sparrow]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


---------------------------------------------------------------------------

To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

Strange, even the sequence of events in your story is relatable.

The first feeling.
Was he the same person, i wonder?

The repetitions after, catching all avoidants on the way ; now patterns to how i "love.. if i dare even call it that."

Finally, isolation.. keeping emotional distance from the rest.

 

[Arthur Miller John]

Do you know what is the worst side effect of being in toxic relationships... it will suck off the last drop of faith in people, make us just a confused soul which can't even determine genuine or fake.It will make us doubtful.
But time will refine us into a much better (not sure), at least stronger version of ourselves. Even though, we can hear the past giggling at us if we listen. A part of it will be always there in us which always keep mocking, cursing, criticising and degrading us. When we really learn the Art of not giving a fcuk to those inner voices, there beings the real change. Coz the real fight is not with those fucked up you, but with yourselve.

 

[Anshh3]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


---------------------------------------------------------------------------

To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

Nice writing, true emotions penned down.

 

[ABHIMANYU]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


---------------------------------------------------------------------------

To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

Complex relationshis and bonds of zozo summed up in one poetry very beautifully.
Its just beautiful, can't be appreciated with words... Its something that can be felt not just read.

 

[ABHIMANYU]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


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To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

It seems like a viscous cycle from far away... But when you get into the situation it will make you happy... May be its temporary but its more like:-
happiness(beginning )---Stillness(pre breakup)---sadness(breakup )---stillness(post breakup)----learningslike.

again cycle repeats.

 

[Freaky]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


---------------------------------------------------------------------------

To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

How flawlessly you penned. The flow ! What an easy read. Although so much to ponder upon.
Keep writing ! Love

 

[Jack_v2]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


---------------------------------------------------------------------------

To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

ufffffff it happens in zozo

 

[Anshhi]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


---------------------------------------------------------------------------

To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

Powerful writing.

Awesome Intelligence™​

 

[CYЯUS]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


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To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

 

[sparrow]

Do you know what is the worst side effect of being in toxic relationships... it will suck off the last drop of faith in people, make us just a confused soul which can't even determine genuine or fake.It will make us doubtful.
But time will refine us into a much better (not sure), at least stronger version of ourselves. Even though, we can hear the past giggling at us if we listen. A part of it will be always there in us which always keep mocking, cursing, criticising and degrading us. When we really learn the Art of not giving a fcuk to those inner voices, there beings the real change. Coz the real fight is not with those fucked up you, but with yourselve.

 

[Garygoodboy]

I love this

 

[Ashura24]

More strange than Lust

The memories in me stirred something.
A quiet flicker,
a thought about the timeline of all the relationships,
that ever existed here.

Some ended in breakups.
Some ended in something soft,
a beautiful forever, maybe.
But the number is limited,
while the dramas?
Unlimited.

I remember the first feeling I ever had for someone.
He seemed…
the most eligible sexter on this site, (lol)
that’s what I thought, at first.
I mistook feelings for healing,
used affection as an anchor
to pull myself out of loneliness.
A common craving here,
for those of us who come broken,
half-wanting company,
half-wanting escape.

But as days passed,
what I received
wasn't love.
It was a slap of toxicity.
I lost it.
The feelings, the illusion.
I began to hate him.

And then,
another person came.
A new name, a new promise.
Again, it repeated:
a mutual spark,
a mirrored longing.
But time revealed the truth,
he dumped me.

Furious,
I threw myself into another man’s arms.
But this time,
it was a feeling-less me
and an emotional him.
I did the dumping.

It went on like that.
Again.
And again.
I’ve loved, if I dare call it that,
ten or more men.

But no,
it wasn’t love.
It was something stranger than lust.
A mimicry of need.
I thought they completed me,
but they didn’t.

I thought I couldn’t survive
without their presence,
but I did.
Not gracefully,
not without cracks,
but I did.
And maybe that’s enough for now.

~Jaanu


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To the relationships that existed here, and to those I once related with, thank you. You all taught me more than I realized. To every temporary shore I drifted to - thank you for the feelings we shared. You left me emotionally confused… but stronger.

Thanks for reading.

Great love this