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shannon-leigh
shannon-leigh
With every tear I shed I become wiser. With each gasp of pain I understand the world better. Every heartbreak reminds me what it is to be alive. When it seems like everything is working against me, that's when I know I'm going the right way.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
The Right Way
BEEP BEEP The alarm goes off and I lazily roll over and hit the snooze, not wanting to let the darkness go. Snooze again. And again. Now I'm running late; I rush through breakfast and brushing my teeth. Button my top wrong, button it again. I hate the day more with each minute that passes... resenting it just for existing. Finishing my careless makeup, I meet my own eyes in the mirror. For a moment, I pretend they're yours. I look into them lovingly and search for a smile. I eventually snap out of it. I meet my eyes again and promise, "I am not going to cry today". I always do, and I'm always wrong.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Mourning Routine
I'm so beautiful when reflected in your eyes.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Narcissus
That's enough! You know it's all in your head. There's nothing for you to worry about. It's not his fault. He wouldn't do it on purpose. What are you scared of? You trust him; he's perfect. It's all in your head. Don't let these thoughts start. He wouldn't... he couldn't. It's all IN YOUR HEAD! Should I tell him? NO! ...Yes? What are you thinking? You're just lonely. You're scared. STOP IT. He loves you. You know he does. He said 'forever'... I don't think forever is over yet.
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
All in my Head
Did you hear the catch in my throat when I said goodbye? That's what I wanted to ask you, but you had gone to bed. Not wanting to forget my question, I wrote it on a post-it note. Must have fallen down in the night, because I found it weeks later, when I dropped my pen behind the desk. And there was this note asking if I heard the catch in someone's throat when we said goodbye. It took me a while to remember what it really was... So there I was alone in my cavernously empty room suddenly struck with the vivid image of that goodbye. That goodbye. There are no words for it. I just tried; and scribbled it all out. Loneliness, by nature, is difficult to share. I thought words might help. No words.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Post It
It's 2:04 and I woke up thinking about you and how it would feel to wake up in your arms. Don't know why this happens again and again... My body just won't sleep through a thought of you. The last thing I need, though, is to wake up at 2:04 and be reminded that you are so far away. The emptiness of my arms cruelly points that out. Then the emptiness laughs, the loneliness giggles, and my misery is delighted by its new source.
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
2:04
I sit here screaming tears for missing you... barely breathing for want of you. There is nothing for me here, only loneliness. And the saddest part is that I'm used to it. Used to the feeling of my soul being swallowed by the unrelenting intensity of your absence. I'm used to it.
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
I'm Used to It
Silent screams, sleepless nights... .... take both of those literally. I scream but there is no sound- thank god or all the neighbors would know that living without you is my own personal hell. Yeah, it sounds like a bad RomCom, but it's real... it's all real. I scream... I SCREAM because I can't take it anymore And the fact that I'm drunk plays no role... except that I have the dumb courage to write this down.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Scream
Tell me a story. I want to know something incredible about you and something boring about you, too. Tell me about the time you broke your arm impersonating a superhero. Can I hear about the first time you fell in love? Does that story have a happy ending? You could tell me what you thought about as you fell asleep last night. I'll listen to what you thought As you lay awake the night before. Hell, I'd listen to you tell me How you tie your shoes. I don't care what we're talking about. I just want to hear your voice.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Storytime
I don't know when you became so important. I just woke up one morning and knew: There'd never be another day I didn't think of you.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Important