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  May 2016 abs
NV
What I am trying to say is,
I am well aware that it matters not whether I am with or without you;
I will keep moving,
but I much prefer your limbs with my limbs,
and I enjoy the tragedy you think makes you unable to be loved,
and I'm sorry I didn't touch you a little bit longer,
and when you're here I feel it,
and when you're not I feel it too.

by : Alexandra Crawford
abs May 2016
a pain that is born, lives, and dies inside
where no one can reach it
its bottomlessness fills you
at the same time, you feel empty
so empty it scares you.
where do I go
what do I do
why even bother
should I even bother.
a pain so intense that its cause must have been love.
but what is love
how can this ugliness come from beauty.
this complexity from something so simple
it hurts so bad that I’m numb.
nothing can save me
nothing can save you
we are nothing
but you are *everything.
abs May 2016
Can It still be love if we are separate
Can it still be love if we can't talk
I spend my day longing for your touch.
I spend my nights alone in our bed.
I stare at my phone in confusion

Am I ready to talk to him
Can I bare it if it doesn't work out
Does he still care about me
Has he moved on
Have I moved on

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