I refuse to be with you while we are living. In order to live, you must have a beating heart, and you rip mine out every time
Although
the moment I stop breathing
my soul will meet yours on the other side
Eternally yours
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
All of these tears I've cried are so angry with you
If I could gather them all, they would build into an ocean right before a storm, crashing to shore on my cheek bones
I should let you drown in that ocean; waves of your selfish ways slowly taking your breath away, like they did mine
But I think that's the problem
I wouldn't dare do that to you
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
There's a breeze flowing through my hair, so strong that it has the power to knock me back a couple of months
Back to a time when you still loved me- I meet your eyes again for the first time in awhile. You're laughing, throwing your head back, and dancing around. Singing to me, you say "look at the stars, look how they shine for you"
There's a breeze flowing through your hair, and I try my hardest to hold on to this moment with you for as long as I possibly can
But too bad for me, much like our memories, the breeze always ends up slowly withering away to something I can't feel anymore
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
Laying in bed, i’m counting the speckles on the ceiling, along with all the ways in which I lost her. There once was a time where I use to count the freckles on her body instead; ear, nose, neck, chest, even down to the little speckle in her one eye. They were my favorite thing about her, because they were one of the only things that managed to stay the same, while she was changing like Winter to Spring.
From hello, to lets go out, to I love you, to this is getting hard to handle, to I slept with somebody else, to good bye- I counted them as she walked away for the final time, all accounted for; the only things from the start that still remain.
I think I understand why they call them beauty marks now.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
1 AM, I sit here
Slice myself open, rip my heart out, and let raw feelings bleed out on to a piece of paper
1 AM, you lay there
Inhaling another, exhaling love, intertwining souls.
2 AM, you’re closing your eyes
Good night, I love you- you whisper, as you kiss her on the cheek, and roll over for the night.
2 AM, I’m closing mine
I never understood how vacant could be an emotion until tonight. Good night, I love you- I whisper, as I close my eyes, and feel my soul slip away.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC