A bloom of fire and grace,
writing love in the language of dreams.
She dances between silence and song Adult ideologies are posted.18+only. ig - scarletrose697
I looked up at the moon last night.
It was full or close enough to trick the eye.
Clouds draped across its light,
like secrets
like distance
like everything I feel.
I waited for the comfort to come
it didn’t.
I searched for meaning in the sky
but all I found was a silence
Now… I feel like a caretaker. A ghost of a woman who once lived with fire in her chest. My dreams? Muffled. My desires? Dismissed. My voice? Questioned.
But my soul? Still very much alive. Still whispering: Come back to me.
I miss who I was when we met.
I miss how fierce I felt in my skin.
I miss how I melted into moments—how I laughed, danced, touched, and loved without hesitation.
Now, I wake in the early hours— Your name still resting on my lips. The urge to reach out almost takes me. But I hesitate.
Would you even want to hear from me? Do you miss her too? The version of me that once felt… unstoppable.
We once spoke in sync—
Now he thinks I’m mad for asking questions.
For wondering if we’ve been sold lies about medicine, about war, about history.
He laughs at my fire.
He doesn’t recognize my truth.
But I do.
And it’s not crazy.
It’s clarity.
I Should’ve Left Sooner"
There were signs.
Long before the vows.
Long before the silence between us thickened into resentment.
Five years in, I knew.
And still, I stayed.
Now I mother. I nurse. I disappear.
Not a partner. Not a woman. Not even seen.
My heart aches once. When I hear how unhappy you are.
Twice. When I hear how she treats the family dog.
Threefold. When she uses the kids like chess pieces—turning innocence into leverage.
Some pain never fully leaves the body. It just carves new places for truth to live.
My Heart Aches in Layers"
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I hear about the pain you’re carrying—
The injustice. The cruelty. The way innocence is used as leverage—
My heart breaks all over again.
Once.
Twice.
Threefold.
There are moments I crave the version of me that once burned so brightly.
The woman who felt powerful in her body
Who danced in her skin without shame.
Who chased her dreams with heart and hunger.
I miss the way I used to want and feel
I miss letting go without fear.
A bloom of fire and grace,
writing love in the language of dreams.
She dances between silence and song,
leaving behind petals and poetry. #NewProfilePic
They said I was too much—
Too emotional. Too wild. Too sensual.
But I was never too much—
I was everything they couldn’t hold.
I let go. I reclaim. I bloom. 🌹
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What do I admire about myself? Fierce loyalty. Deep resilience. Authenticity. And an open heart. I give my all—whether it's love or a dream I’m chasing. Passion is my language. 🌹🔥 #ScarletRose#FierceHeart