The wanderess

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When you left

I was so hurt,

that I became sensitive.

I was broken

and so every time someone touched me,

it hurt.

Just a simple touch

was enough to make me cry and wail.

Situations I would previously be indifferent about

Now mattered more than my own mental health.

Insignificant pain

had become unbearable.

I couldn’t stand even the tiniest bit of heartbreak anymore;

I would simply break down.

I became weak.

All that trauma had softened me.


But I guess I deserved it.

For all the people I’ve hurt in the past,

all the empathy I used to lack;

I wonder how many hearts I’ve shattered,

How many fires I put out and turned people cold.


And just how I turned others into vulnerable beings

without feeling the tiniest bit of guilt,

It was my time to turn into one.


-F.Z (thewanderessblog)



Love is made of silk

And there will always be a gap in life

That you’ll never quite be able to fill


And loneliness

May make you feel unworthy

I lull myself to sleep with the sweet song of our memories


Every time I smell that brand of cigarettes I think of you

I wish we could capture scents

just like we can capture images and record sounds

Scent is the most powerful of our senses

It is not the only one that can evoke feelings

But it’s the only one that can awaken memories

and take you back to a precise location at a precise time


Your heart may feel fragile right now

But it is constructed to be able to withstand

this pain you’re going through

In all its beautiful complexity

Its layers of powerful muscles

It will never allow something so small

To break it



-theheroiccouplet/thewanderess (F.z)



Write me a poem

About how my attenuated body is carried by the ocean’s tide

About how  my misery makes me feel

Like I’m drowning.


Write me a poem

About all the times you’ve dreamt about me

About the way we hold each other through the waves

So we can either be each other’s saviors, or weigh each other down.


Carry me along

Through rough seas and into the wildest thunderstorms

Your ubiquitous beauty

And throw your anchor on my heart


When you cry

I will make waterfalls out of your tears

In which I soak my body and rest my mind.


Be my ocean

And I will search for the hidden treasure in the depths of your soul.


Then let me be your ship

And will take you on voyages

While I kiss your salty lip.

-theheroiccouplet/ thewanderess (f.z)

New Year

Time to say goodbye to yet another year. 2016 has been more than kind to me. I think it’s safe to say it was the best year of my life so far. Never before have I been so sad to be saying goodbye to a year. I’ll never forget you twenty sixteen.

2017 didn’t quite start out as I wanted it to. I try not to be to one-sided on my opinion of this year, because once I have something in my head, I can’t get it out. Precisely 1:59 am of the 1st of the year; Everybody’s out partying and I’m alone at home. Everyone is out celebrating the new year, but I’m just blogging with a glass of wine to keep me warm.

Loneliness has never bothered me. I strongly believe it is purely an illusion to think you’re not alone. Company will always be temporary. But on such day, I guess it would have been nice to be with someone I love. Anyone- even a dog would have been nice right now. Loneliness truly messes with people’s minds. It gives a person a lot of space and time to think; To over-analyse. And I can’t help but think of all the people I’ve lost lately. 2016 was indeed the year I loved, but it was also the year I lost.

Nevertheless, let’s wish 2017 doesn’t disappoint. Hopefully it brings joy and laughter to each of our homes. I’d like to send positive vibes to all of you for this year. I hope 2017 brings to you everything you were deprived so far.


He is stubborn

and selfish and narcissistic.

He has to question everything

And his over-confidence is exasperating.

But above all

He is gracious

and giving.

And when he loves,

he loves with all his heart

Elegy for what I’ve lost


is for all the shooting stars

and eyelashes I’ve wasted

wishing on you.

This is for every tear I shed-

For every sleepless night-

For every scar on my wrist.

The endless minutes

I spent thinking about you

The never-ending silences

As I lay in tears on my bed.

The songs I’ve demoted

by making them about you.

This one

Is for every tiny fragment of my heart

That I lost along the way.

And the lost pieces of myself.

But the one thing I’ve lost

that this poem is not about

is you.



-F.Z (The wanderess)


Part VI: The moving on

PART VI: The moving on 

November 22nd, 2016. It’s been exactly six months since our dreams were shattered. Half a year has already passed. So quickly, yet so painfully. Six months later, and I finally feel ready to move on. As I mentioned in part I, when we ended it, it felt like someone’d thrown a massive rock on top of me. And the thing is, the rock never really goes away. You just learn to carry its burden. You get stronger in time, and slowly it gets easier and easier to carry. But the weight on your shoulders will always be there. So now it’s time for me to stop troubling myself with idle thoughts and inquisitions of “what if”, “if only” and “I should’ve”. It was indeed a painful, agonizing time of my life. But through it all, I’ve grown. Oh how I’ve grown and matured while grieving for you- you’ll never know. I’ve made up my mind, and I’m ready to look forward, and only forward. That part of my life is over, and it’s time for me to head to the next chapter. What’s the use of reading and re-reading the same pages over and over again? That part of the book is over. And I will never reach the end unless I move ahead. Honestly, I know not what the future awaits. Life may get worse, or it may get better. But what matters is that I’ve freed myself from a great despair, and sorrow and misery. This tribulation in my life was eating up my insides, skin and bone until I was left with nothing but despondency and and urge to give up on everything. I am ready now, to regain motivation for life. I’ve found someone else who loves me, and perhaps at some point I’ll stop apprehensively holding back and love him back in the way he deserves to be loved. But what’s most important to me now, is that I can finally say I regained my self-love, my contentment, my life.

Part V: The acceptance

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

PART V: The acceptance

Once all my pieces were mended back together, I finally got to see the world more clearly. Now, when I say all my pieces, I mean the pieces of my old self; the person I was before you. But of course there’s still gaps and stitches inside of me, that may or may not be filled or heal in time. But that’s okay. Acceptance -I’ve grown to learn- has nothing to do with things getting any better. It only has to do with you being fine with whatever was, whatever is, whatever will be. I’ve accepted that I lost you, and that I possibly lost you forever. I’ve accepted that you found someone else, and that you may or may not love her more than me. I’ve accepted that you moved on, and that you may never think about me again. I’ve accepted that we might never speak again. You are allowed to live you life any way you wish to. I do not get to control your actions, your future. You are you, just how I am me. And you are the protagonist of your own life just how I am the protagonist of mine. I have no power over you. And that’s okay. I don’t mind anymore. So today, my dear, I am setting you free. I will no longer keep you awake at nights- I’ll stop dreaming of you. I will no longer wait for you to call, or to come crawling back to me. I will no longer hate your new lover. And I will no longer hold you back, because that requires me staying in place, too. It’s time I let you go, so I can let myself go. Today, my dear, I am setting you free, so that I can finally free myself.

Part IV: The Replenishing

Part I , Part II , Part III

PART IV: The Replenishing

gerund or present participle: replenishing
 1. fill something up again

I decided I had to stop treating myself like I was worthless, just because you were unable to see my worth. Honestly, I am still going through this part, I am still replenishing. It hurt, to see you walk away. It hurt to watch you move on and it hurts whenever I think of you. But the alcohol and cigarettes were only burning up the wounds. They were only making the pain more toxic. It’s time for me to start loving myself again. Because at the end of the day, if even you were unable to love me, then I am probably the only one capable of loving me. And it’s time for me to realize that that’s enough. I should stop searching for more because I’ll end up losing valuable things that are right in front of me. For God’s sake, I wound up losing my own self for a while. That is how far it went. And maybe no one, not even I, will ever be able to fill up the hole you left inside of me, but who said I can’t grow flowers inside these holes? All you did was throw dirt at me, and up to now I failed to see that if only I water and nourish this dirt, I can make something beautiful out of it.

They say it doesn’t happen in a day, you don’t just wake up one morning and feel fine. But I woke up one day and told myself, “you know what? I don’t want to hurt anymore. I have the power to make things better, so why don’t I just do it already?” I guess I had an epiphany. And yes, I believe in epiphanies. I believe that a person can actually change from one day to the other. Maybe most people don’t believe this is true because it doesn’t happen so dramatically and all at once. But even waking up and deciding I didn’t want to feel this way anymore was quite a big change for me. And so I started eating clean again, I quit smoking, stopped drinking, hit the gym more often. And my healthy lifestyle is distracting me, most of the time. I think of him less, now. I’m convinced I’ll eventually stop thinking about him completely, or at least so I hope. I wouldn’t advise you to delete his/her messages or your photos. There’s no point in deleting them, because this is not “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”and memories cannot be deleted. So no matter how many text messages you lose, you can never lose the memories with him/her. But make sure you’re not keeping them only to have something to hold on to. And make sure you’re not keeping them just to read them at night and lull yourself to sleep. Keep them as a sweet reminder that you and this person shared something magical, once.

Trust me, the pain will take a while to go away, and it might not go away at all. But there’s always ways for you to turn your pain into something good. Whether it’s by giving others advice based on your trials and errors, or by turning your sorrow into art, it’s always beneficial to someone.

Part III: The depression

Part I here

Part II here

PART III: The depression

I didn’t know who I was anymore. I soon realized that the company of other men didn’t complete me. I was in a new relationship now, but felt nothing for the man I was with. I got into this new relationship hoping it would help me get over him, but I was wrong. And now my heart couldn’t bare the thought of breaking another person in the way he broke me. So I pretended to love this new man I was with, laughed at his jokes and forced myself to keep my eyes closed while kissing him.

Stalking my ex on social media -I’ve come to learn- wasn’t much of help either. I wanted to know about everything he was up to. When he finally moved on, I was in denial. I couldn’t believe he got over me. He stopped texting and calling, and eventually he found someone else. I relied on social media to learn he was with someone, because my friends felt bad to tell me. Maybe they were worried I’d kill myself or something, I don’t really blame them. Thing is, he was trying for months to get back with me and I was out acting all happy with my new guy. So why was I even feeling betrayal now? It was my fault. I wasn’t allowed to be mad at him. He was doing what was best for him.

I cried and cried for days, then started suppressing my feelings. I pushed all my friends away, didn’t eat clean, got drunk as never before… I became a wreck. The cigarette smoke had become my only company, forming his shadow in the darkness. I was self-destructing again. This time I wasn’t deliberately and consciously harming my physique or slitting my wrists, but I was involuntarily harming my insides.