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Lately I've been trying to forget who you are. Did you know that every seven years the human body replaces each and every cell. I think that's lovely. How invigorating is the thought that I will soon have a body that you have never loved, that you have never touched. However,  I've still got years to go and tonight you're the only thing pulsing through my veins. ***** and ***** and ***** is the only thing I can feel. I'm trying to forget you but it seems like the only thing I'm forgetting is my name and how to walk. It's so hard to keep going when you're the only thing on my mind, sober or drunk.
A deep ache fuels in my heart and spreads to the ends of my fingers and the tips of my toes.

Everything hurts when I think of you.

I recall the way you laughed with so much force that your shoulders shook with happiness and the way your eyes glinted underneath the Florida stars.

It hurts to know that I won't be able to experience those moments again.

We will never drop everything and run to the beach at 3 AM or drive endlessly with an unknowable destination.

I know that things happen for a reason and pain is inevitable.

We are only living in temporary infinities.

You were never mine to love for a lifetime but in the time I had you, I loved you so **** much.

I'm wishing on these Florida stars tonight. As the waves crash down and the water kisses the shore, I think of you and wish you well in all that you are doing.

You're an unforgettable sliver of my soul.
Do you know how deeply it hurts to miss someone even when they are sitting right next to you. I've been on a sadness lately that's uncurable. My chest feels empty and hallow and everything is dark. The dark can be peaceful and soothing but when you're missing someone like hell and feeling alone, it's a suffocating atmosphere. Sometimes I just want to grip you by the shoulders and yell out that I miss you, I miss you terribly. You make me happy and lately the sky's have all been a saddening blue.
dad, if you are reading this.
There isn't a day that goes by where you don't cross my mind. There isn't a night where i don't find myself hankering to call you mine again. When you left, i fell to pieces and those pieces scattered everywhere. I have the habit of looking for you at the bottom of a ***** bottle. Im drowning and my bloods slowly but surely turning to alcohol and before i know it I'm not gonna be able to find those scattered pieces to put myself back together again.
I know I hit rock bottom when you looked me in the eyes and told me that I couldn't be what you needed anymore. You used up all my passion on your artwork and all my love for your heart and all my intelligence for your brain. I wasn't cutting it. But she was. She was overflowing with strokes of paint to create a masterpiece and lust filled eyes and she was sharp on her wit which you knew you could use. It was nothing for you to get up and go, to walk away from anything I ever was. I'm not angry and I'm not upset. She was beautiful and still is. Her beautiful heart will hopefully be able to soothe the cracks in yours and let you see that the whole **** world doesn't revolve around your needs. Because **** I needed you but you just left. You left and I'm fine with that because one day I'll be leaving to. Off into the world unknown, where you are unknown to me.
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thinking of him instantly brought me into a bawling fest & my throat started to choke and i started weasing with tears drowning my face and all i could think about was how our love felt like a fairy tale & now i come to realize that me trying to not miss him only makes me miss him a thousand times more and then my mask falls off, the real me comes out, and it hits me that im so broken and i dont know how much longer i can hide it.
  Jul 2014 Byond my thoughts
caroline
"why would you spend your time writing about the things you are trying to forget"*

which is what im trying to figure out;
if im actually trying,
or just going through the
motions of "trying."

every thought of you consumes me
and the smell that lingers on your body still hangs around between the sheets where you laid,
unwelcomed.
all i can think about is your ******* fingertips and how you touched my cheek before you left,
telling me it was okay,
when in reality, it never was,
nor will it ever be.

oh but how i loved your sweet lies of
"one day..."
"one day it will be better"*
though it seemed as if better
went on a vacation and
never planned on returning home.
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