The last wave of sadness comes without warning,
strong and unforgiving.
It rips through walls built,
drowning out what's been sheltered.
The fragile heart is no match for the surge.

It is the eye of the storm;
It stirs up the deepest and darkest of waters,
brings in the heaviest of clouds.
It moves fast, muted but resolute in its presence;
Bearing down, its arrival is crushing.

It devastates but passes quickly;
The pieces of what's left behind will settle with the calm.
Remember the architecture of your raw heart,
the feeling of wholeness.
Remember, reconcile, reconstruct.

I don't know you
   But I cried at your funeral

I'LL NEVER GET OVER YOU NO MATTER WHO I'M DATING OR MARRIED TO BECAUSE YOU ARE (WERE) HOME AND THE DAY YOU LEFT IT FELT LIKE SOMEONE HAD TORCHED MY HOUSE AND DESTROYED ALL MY BELONGINGS BUT A LITTLE PIECE OF YOU WILL ALWAYS BE BURNING INSIDE OF ME AND I LIKE TO THINK I'LL ALWAYS BE BURNING SOMEWHERE INSIDE OF YOU TOO

the words you speak send razors through my chest into empty spaces between ribs where butterflies once use to live and where a heart would beat at the sound or sight of a dream i wanted. you moulded me into a woman too sickly filled with poison that could do nothing but wait and cry, wait and cry, waiting on the arms that matched your false superhero cape. its not fair how you use recycled words and i always fall for them. you've knocked the wind out of my chest and left me crawling for air on my knees. you have made me feel like i didn't matter, or that i wasn't worth the time or commitment, and instead of a soul you saw me as a body. you have taken the appeal of life out of me and have taught me what it feels like to heal without passion or interest. you rooted a hatred of myself inside me so deep i would have to scoop out my organs upon finding it. i give my applause for you putting yourself above me because that shows self appreciation; i just wish you could appreciate the butterflies a little bit more.

-mixed thoughts series

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I don't feel
Your touch
Anymore.

Or hear you
Calling my name.
I love you (past tense)

I don't taste
You on my
Tongue

Or smell your
Sweet, sweet
Scent.

Because
I love you
(Past tense)

I don't see
You in my
Dreams

Or think of
You that often
Anymore

Because
I love you
(Past tense)

But sometimes
At night
I lie awake

And I feel
Your touch
On my skin

I hear
Your voice
Calling me.

I taste
You on
My tongue

I catch
A whiff of
Your scent

I think
Of you.
Just you.

And hope
I'll dream
Of you again.

Because I
Don't love you
Past tense

Still,
I love you.
(Present tense)