Anonymous.

Open love letters between you & I. Poetry, prose & rewritten timelines. ✍️ Original words, daily. ⏳ Follow if you read between the lines.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

I stumbled on one of Vincent van Gogh’s letters to his brother.
“If I am worth something later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is grass in the beginning.”
And that broke me.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

There is a kind of fulfillment that comes from bringing an idea to life. Nothing matches that euphoria, not money or fame. What truly interests me is how to keep birthing new ideas, to stay on that roll, to remain in a flow state where creation feels endless.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

I went by the house. And I noticed that
The lights were still on.
And for a moment, I wondered
maybe they stayed on
because our story never ended.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

After a while,
we began counting how many nights were left
before we drifted too far apart to find our way back
because goodbye was too heavy to say.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

The words never get too heavy to say.
The memories just get too big to let go.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

Maybe my words were never bold enough.
Maybe my insecurities spoke louder.
Buried beneath the rubbles of our maybe’s
we left what could have been
for what was never meant to be. #betweenusalways

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

How could all my last words be summarized in one text?

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

She loved me for a night,
and never again.
I loved her once,
and I never could fall again. #love #loving #lover #write #writer #writing #whispers #betweenusalways

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

I was gone from her mind
long before I faded from her heart.
Even my presence began to vanish
before we ever said goodbye. #dontsaygoodbye

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

Sometimes I write to remember her.
Other times, I write to dream of someone I’ve never met.
Most days, i am in-between worlds
mourning what was,
aching for what never became.
#writer #writing #reader #reading #betweenusalways

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

She touched my heart like no one ever did
gently, hoping it wouldn’t stain her.
I embraced her scars like they were mine
carelessly, hoping I could save her. #writer #writing #poet #poetry #read #readers #betweenusalways

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

If someday our paths do cross, or we ever find our way back to one another,
I hope this time the road runs both ways.
I hope you bleed for me
as much as I have bled for you. #betweenusalways

[Orange Book 🍊📖 @orangebook]

Being contrarian nowadays is actually simple:

- be physically fit, mentally stable, emotionally mature
- be happily married, enjoy spending time with your family
- have a circle of long-term, loyal, thoughtful friends
- have time to read slowly, write deeply, teach genuinely

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

We never said goodbye,
we just stopped writing
hoping we would fall out of each others heart.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

The scariest part about losing you
was realizing that your love was a one way street,
I was the only one scared of loosing you.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

She fell in love with an idea of me.
I fell in love with thoughts of her.
In the end, we both fell in love with something
It just wasn’t the real thing.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

People often ask who I have in mind when I write.
To which I answer you.
You, before the heartbreak.
You, long after the heartaches.
The letter just never stayed the same.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

Before I met her,
I had no poetry in me.
Ever since she left,
I’ve carried a sanctuary of unwritten stories inside me.

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

Someone once asked me:
“You’re a writer
what does it feel like to be a poet?”
To be which I said,
“It feels like having a million words stuck in your head,
only a few make it to the heart
So you try to bleed them out on paper,
hoping it heals you…
or someone else.”

[Anonymous. @Whispersbtwus]

Every writer
has one favorite reader.
I only hoped
She was my favorite reader.