![](https://res.cloudinary.com/jerrick/image/upload/c_fill,f_jpg,fl_progressive,h_302,q_auto,w_1512/664b4f0fa03564001d3c7f6b.jpg)
Mercedes Chavez
Bio
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
Stories (72/0)
Broken Hearts Fall Silent. Top Story - May 2024.
Attraction can sometimes be a deceptive guide, leading us through a mirage of charm only to leave us stranded in a harsh reality. It's a cruel twist of fate when the dream we chase turns into a nightmare we cannot escape. The realization that we've been deceived by our own feelings is a bitter pill to swallow, leaving us to pick up the pieces of our broken illusions. Yet, it's often through these painful experiences that we grow stronger and learn to see beyond the veil of mere appearances.
By Mercedes Chavezabout a month ago in Confessions
Bittersweet
My heart aches, I have the same heart sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, the same one I had months ago. Tears fill my eyes all over again, remembering the drive home after that last cold conversation, I held it together in front of you, I didn't want you to see the power you came to have over me... I would not break down in front of you, but the moment I drove away, tears covered my face, and I screamed out in pain; I couldn't breathe, I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest.
By Mercedes Chavezabout a month ago in Poets
Sweet Fantasy. Content Warning.
He steps out, the steam trailing behind him like a gentle mist, wrapping the room in a warm embrace. Droplets of water glisten on his skin, catching the light in a dance of shimmering diamonds. The air is filled with the clean, crisp scent of soap and the promise of a new beginning. In this moment, I lie perfectly still, completely mesmerized by the sight of him.
By Mercedes Chavezabout a month ago in Filthy
Why I Fell So Deeply
His eyes, a mesmerizing blend of green and brown, remind one of the earth's natural beauties, reflecting the serene hues of a forest at dusk or the warm, inviting glow of a morning sun. They hold a depth that suggests wisdom beyond years, a spark of mischief, and a well of kindness, all at once. Those hazel eyes, with just one glance, can calm a stormy heart and tell tales without words, leaving an imprint on the soul that lingers like the sweetest melody.
By Mercedes Chavezabout a month ago in Poets
My Heart is Torn. Content Warning.
In the quiet hours of contemplation, I find myself adrift in a sea of emotion, caught between the twin anchors of love that each of you represents. One of you, with your steadfast loyalty and gentle intimacy, offers a harbor of peace, a respite from the world's chaos. Your love is a silent promise, a whisper that resonates with the calmness of my heart, offering solace in its unwavering presence. The other, with fiery passion and invigorating motivation, sets my soul ablaze, pushing me to the heights of ecstasy and the depths of desire. Your love is a dance, a rhythm that beats in time with the most profound parts of my being, urging me forward, always seeking, always striving. Together, you are the embodiment of all that love can offer, the duality that completes the human experience. Yet, here I stand, divided, a heart rent by the most beautiful of agonies, loving two souls with a depth that defies words. To choose is to lose, to decide is to deny a part of myself that has been awakened by each of you. How does one weigh intimacy against passion, loyalty against motivation? How can I measure the quiet peace one brings against the soul-touching presence of the other? Love, in its purest form, is not meant to be quantified or confined, yet the reality of my situation demands a resolution. The truth is, my heart knows no bounds, no limits, where it concerns the affection, I hold for each of you. In this confession, I lay bare the turmoil that love has wrought within me, a testament to its power and its pain. For now, I am a traveler on an uncertain path, guided by the stars of two hearts that shine with equal brilliance in the night sky of my life.
By Mercedes Chavezabout a month ago in Poets
The Sun Rose on Us
In the tender glow of dawn, there's a profound magic that whispers of new beginnings and unspoken promises. It's in these quiet hours that hearts find themselves entwined in a dance as old as time, moving to the rhythm of shared glances and unguarded smiles. The revelation of love, unexpected and unbidden, often catches us unaware, like a sudden downpour on a clear day. It's not just the curve of a smile or the melody of laughter that ensnares the heart, but the myriads of intangible threads that weave two souls together. The way a person's presence can light up the darkest corners of our existence, or how their absence can cast the world in shadow, speaks of a connection that transcends the mundane. Love, in its essence, is an act of bravery, a leap into the unknown with the hope that someone will be there to catch us. It's a choice to see the light in another, to embrace their quirks and idiosyncrasies as the unique melody that complements our own. To love is to accept the risk of loss, for it is in the very act of loving that we expose our most vulnerable selves. Yet, it is also in loving that we find our greatest strength, the courage to stand in the face of life's tempests with the conviction that we are not alone. The tapestry of life is richer for the threads of love woven into it, each one adding depth and color to our days. To say that one cannot imagine life without the other is to acknowledge the profound impact of their light on our path. It is to admit that in the vast expanse of the universe, we have found our anchor, our haven in the storm. Love is not merely a feeling; it is the very foundation upon which we build our lives, the compass that guides us through the labyrinth of existence. It is both our greatest vulnerability and our most potent source of power. In the end, love is the legacy we leave behind, the stories that will be told long after we are gone, the force that binds the fabric of the universe together. And so, as the sun rises, casting its golden light upon the world, it is love that stirs within us, urging us to embrace the beauty of the moment and the possibility of forever.
By Mercedes Chavezabout a month ago in Poets
Beneath the Moon and Stars
Beneath the celestial tapestry, entwined in the silver glow of the moon, our hearts dance to the silent melody of the night. The stars, witnesses to our fervent whispers, twinkle with secrets of a forbidden love. In the quietude, our souls speak a language older than time, a symphony of longing that defies the dawn. Though the world may not understand, in this moment, we are nothing but two spirits, lost in the labyrinth of desire, where right and wrong blur into the shadows of passion. And as the night deepens, so does the enigma of us—a love wrapped in the mystery of the cosmos, burning ever so brightly against the canvas of the universe.
By Mercedes Chavezabout a month ago in Poets
Subscribe to my stories
Show your support and receive all my stories in your feed.
Send me a tip
Show your support with a small one-off tip.