Tella Marie
Will trade soul for good coffee and classical music concert tickets.
Articles by
Tella Marie
In The Silence We Remember That What We Once Were, We Are No Longer
I smile. Memories flash before my eyes.
Now That We’re Over, These Are The Things You No Longer Have To Do
You no longer have to apologize because I have accepted the fact that it just wasn’t meant to be.
Sometimes You Still Break My Heart
But I’ve gotten so much better than I used to be.
The Stars Still Remind Me Of You
I know that there will come a day when you will just be someone I used to love. I know that there will come a day when I could really say that I’ve moved on.
Maybe In Another Universe We Wouldn’t Have To Say Goodbye
And I’d like to think that in another universe, we got to stay together.
One Day You’re Going To Meet Someone Who Stays No Matter What
One day you’re going to meet someone who won’t leave just because it’s difficult.
When It’s Your Pet Who You Have To Let Go Of
Today’s the day that I come home, and not have you waiting for me.
I Won’t Come Back To You Again
But there will come a day when I’ll truly be free of you. There will come a day when I will find myself rooted to the spot once again, but this time, with someone who will actually choose to stay
Please Remember On Your Darkest Days, You Are Not Alone
Yes, I know. The voice that tells you to drift towards the bottom is stronger. But listen to the whisper. Swim. Do not drift towards the bottom.
You Were My Constant
To this day, I do not fully understand what changed. How and why we reached this point. All I know is, we did.
Every Time It Rains, I Think Of You
They call it petrichor – the smell of earth that emanates as soon as the first raindrops fall.
I Still Order Your Favorite Drink
I used to hate the sweetness of it. But it was something tangible of you that I could hold on to.
To The Boy I Met When I Was Broken
There was this constant battle between the part of myself that longed to be free from pain, and the part that still feared having my heart trampled on so easily. In the end, fear won.
To The Boy Who Used To Read My Stories
I was scared to write about you because if I were to recall the last time I was truly happy, it was when there was a boy who was eager to read my stories. And writing about you would mean that I have accepted the fact that as soon as I finish this, you would not be able to read what I have written.