"I need to tell you that while you forget me more and more
each day i think more about you all the time."
4:44pm
i read
and oh, god
how i laughed
i could say so much
but you know i wont
you know i wont
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
this is not a poem
more than it is a reminder:
life goes on
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
i never read the end
of the book that you gave me
at the very beginning of us
because right now
you are exactly the same:
*you are like a book
i couldn't keep reading*
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
"I still think about you all the time. Dont reply. But i really love you."
7:03pm
a.k.a.
"I want you to be okay. But i dont."
Thanks for the kindness.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
i have two different ways to deal with the broken us:
1.
at night, i take as many pills as i can
i crawl to my bed feeling my bones dismantle
my body is full of sorrow
i miss you harder every second
and i think about everything you've done but still
my kind, melted side is praying for you to be okay
2.
during the day, i still have the same routine i had when you were here
now without you
i remember things we used to do and places we used to go
a thousand times
and all of them gets each time more terrifying
and i whisper repeatedly about
how much i wish it takes a long, hard time for you to forget me
that you struggle to settle down your mind
to take me off of your head
as much as i am struggling right now
and i wish that someday, when you think that
i have finally left your mind fully
we meet again
and maybe this time we can make it
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
my heart died a long time ago
and my brain became a monotonous straight line
but my body insists to keep me awake
i see my reflection
but i cant read myself
i can only stare
perhaps death has reached its higher point
and i didnt even notice
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
you surely made me want to feel
things i had never felt before
and i did
right there when you were holding me up high
you told me things that now slowly fade through time
and the only thing i can still feel is short of breath
caused by your hands around my neck
tightening
while im hanging on the edge
of this abyss that you are keeping me
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 6:48 AM UTC
i think that
poems about love
and our feelings
for other people
mostly *****
but we are willing
to see it as beautiful
because we have to see
our pain
or our happiness
reflected on others
otherwise we can't understand it
as real
we see ourselves on others
and identify a certain feeling
to feel complete
or accepted
somehow
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
i dont think of you as much as i used to
but i do think enough to still feel it hurting
i am just patiently waiting
for the day
that i will
think of you
with sorrow
for the last time
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
i never ever liked phone calls
but when you were here
and my phone rang
i used to shiver
wishing it was you
and smile
now you are gone
when my phone rings
i still shiver
but praying to god
begging
please
it is not you
not again
not anymore
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC