We held each other so tight,
Hoping in vain
That if we held tight enough
We wouldn't have to leave each other.

Everything came rushing in,
Banging open doors
And showing us all that we forgot
Reminding us why we came together
Why we were.

And now the aching is surreal,
Hard and constant,
Gnawing insides out.
Different from the way I missed him,
This ache is a dear longing for
The smiles all of you put on my face,
The help you always gave me,
My support team.

Thank you for everything.
But I can't say goodbye,
Not now when we've only just go to know each other through and through.

It's
I'll see you later,
And
Good luck with Rajiv ;3

I want to say "I love you"
But I settle for "Goodnight and sweet dreams"
Because loving means falling
And I have a fear of heights.

My heart is empty.
It once thrived but once it's residents no longer needed it,
My heart became deserted.
A few scars and remembrances of a time long gone still remain.
You would not find a single soul though.

My heart was used for what it was worth
And then abandoned.

The fact of the matter is that
I love you in a way that
You do not.
I will sit here with my bouquet of roses
Waiting for you though,
Cause you still matter.

blunt: adjective
1.
(of a knife, pencil, etc.) having a worn-down edge or point; not sharp.
having a flat or rounded end.

2.
(of a person or remark) uncompromisingly forthright.
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Today, my mom called me blunt.
And I have to admit that it's true
My thoughts and words are blunt and can hit you like a rock

But,
I realized I am also blunt.
I was once quick and sharp,
Ready to take on the world and fight
Fight like hell
Yet now, I can't

My mind isn't as strong- willed as it used to be
My body isn't as tough as it used to be
They're tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Years of seeing horror and death,
You become used to it
Years of fighting,
You get too battered to stand up once more and fight.
I've become blunt and unbelievably tired.
Maybe.
I should...
Just....
Rest.........

I still mark your birthday on my calendars,
I just don't have the courage to say happy birthday to you.

Like smoke in my lungs, it is an acquired taste that I could not bring myself to quit. And now that I have, the flavor is unprecedentedly toxic.
2. Your name is merely a catalyst to my relapse. You turned your head away from it then, and I know you will turn your head away from it now.
3. To hear that beautiful arrangement of letters coming from my own lips only reminds me of the genuine smile on your face that you can only have when I am gone. And every time it makes me wonder if I truly mean it when I say I am happy for you.
4. I cannot reconcile what is with what could have been. Maybe if I was still yours and you were still mine, it would be endearing to say your name.
5. When it's 4 am and I am falling apart in my half empty bed, I cannot find the breath to utter your name between sobs.
6. I have spent too much time pretending that your absence has had no affect on me that I have not yet grieved. But, I could never pity myself without shouting your name into an empty void.
7. Maybe I am only idealizing you, but his name left a bitter taste and I have been craving yours on my lips.
8. I cannot say your name because I know that if you were to turn your head in recognition, I'd get lost in those blue eyes and fall for you all over again.
9. There is no logic behind how I inherited the right to say your name. Since you have left, this complacency is eating me alive and I am only left to wonder why someone so beautiful would have ever touched a soul like mine.
10. I cannot speak of your name any longer because it is no longer my privilege. It is hers to say now.