it has been wonderful
sharing this beautiful life with you
but as they say, all good things must come to an end
and i guess this is it
this is our 'end'
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
What do you expect me to think?
You've gone silent,
Off radar,
Your presence I no longer feel,
So I question 'are you even real?'
No messages no texts,
Yet I know you're there,
Enjoying my pain,
And with jealousy,
Feasting on my happiness.
I loved you once,
But now you've turned.
Like the tide or the wind,
You are unpredictable,
But I,
I am finished.
For too long I have tried to hide my sorrow,
That it no longer exists.
For too long I have kept the fire going,
Without a single kiss.
I am the one you long for,
You've had your chance,
Now I'm leaving,
And you're not getting one glance.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
every once in awhile
i'll stumble across something that reminds
me
of you
a song
a picture
text messages
a word
sometimes even
a smell
and i'm suddenly plunged into the sadness I
once felt
but after a split second
it disappears
as if it was
never
even
there
leaving me thinking
that you never
really were
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
When I die,
I do not want vacuous truths at my written eulogy.
I do not want people hear lies about me.
“She was beautiful.”
I am not. I was not.
Beautiful people knew how to dress.
They do not act like an awkward mess.
“She was strong and brave.”
I am not. I was not.
Strong and brave people do not cry themselves to sleep.
They do not consider themselves as a heap
“She was smart.”
I am not. I was not.
Smart people are not afraid of choices they make.
They are confident about the risks they take.
Before I die,
I want you to know that I am dull, anxious and dumb.
I am broken and small like a piece of crumb.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC