i have such an urge to tell you of all the beautiful poems i had spent nights creating in memory of the day in memory of the way i fell in love with you how madly i wanted to love you. special enough to carry a whisper of your name deep within their meaning a whisper of how much you meant to me a whisper of how much you mean to me so impossibly beautiful that it makes me afraid so very afraid that you will scan my written words over and over again with the same hazel eyes the same eyes that i saw galaxies in the same eyes that i still see galaxies in and see nothing but lost letters on a sheet of paper.
I haven’t written in a while, I hope this makes up for it <3
I can't breathe anymore darling you were the air my air and you left me my lungs my everything and now I'm dying I'm ******* dying. So leave and don't you dare return. Let me die so when I fall and hit the ground I can scream out your name as the pain disintegrates the last piece of my broken heart.
I will collapse.
My soul will escape and my flesh will die.
I shall let my spirit mend and be born again. But this time I will breathe through the grace of God.
It's like getting suffocated. Hands around your neck, squeezing harder, and harder. Yet it's not hands. It's words. Words you say. Things you call me, either straight to my face, or behind my back. Those are the words, that suffocate.