The thing about love
See
Is that it can be everything, and nothing
Everywhere, and nowhere
Too much, and not enough.
All at once.
And it's hard to remember the beauty of the fire
After it burns and maims your skin.
But oh, but oh.
The beauty was there. The fire was there.
And the burn will never truly heal.

There you go, you're going to leave,
I don't know..
But I just feel bad even though you've done this before,
You'd come back and then,
It would look like it's going to be okay.
It won't be, you're going to leave again.
But.. I know you'll be back again.
I'm happy that at the end of day,
I'd see you again,
I'd see you again but you're different.
You're happier when you leave,
You don't seem cheerful every time you come back.
You look exhausted and all.
And for me, I'm happy when you're back,
But.. I'm also sad to see you like that.
And so I let you do whatever you wanted.
I just do whatever I did whenever you're here.

One day,
You told me you'd come back.
But you didn't,
I was alone.
You didn't come back home.

Step by step
one fills
pages of
the empty
fellings

chance by chance
one lives
alive
the empty
breaths

turn by turn
one comforts
the sadness
of empty
emotions

thy!
Alaas!
Emptiness
as empty
apart..

I would love if people would send me the story about the first time they fell in love. It doesn't have to be about a person. Please please please leave me stories to wake up to.

~Bri

Everything's still the same,
Nothing seems to have changed
But one...
You're gone.
And, without you,
Even though everything's still the same,
Nothing seems to be the same.