to my darling who feels she's not:
our separation is mere illusion.
truly, your pain strikes me as i write this;
your sensations of abandonment,
and the decisiveness they have caused,
bleed from my skin into the fibers of my clothes.
i am no longer clean.
i do not feel pure.

to my severed arm and shortened tendons:
destruction is merely another side of life.
out of disappearance comes all things-
without space, there would be nothing to contain us,
nothing to allow and enfold our beings' spirits,
and they would sputter and cease like my love's flame.
i am no longer yours.
i do not feel full.

to the farthest star that my eyes can see:
your light reaches me- i glimpse you!
in the perceived emptiness between us
there is no distance to be found;
around us exists the infinite potential for
further connection and deeper growth in closeness.
i am no longer alone.
i do not feel sorrow.

And I had to walk away
I was just hoping at least he noticed I didn't run

To kiss someone and to feel the warmth spread through me, racing through every nerve ending; to hold their hand and grow with them - as individuals and as a combined unit; to rest in someone’s embrace—content and home; to find someone I can be comfortable with every aspect of myself; to love, and to be loved--

Do not fall in love with people like me.  I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

By Caitlin Siehl,

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my heart... it's missing.
I think it's been stolen.
have you seen it?

wait.

is that it?
in your hands?
how long...
h..ave you carried it?

dont worry you can keep it
...
for now at least
but please please.
please.....
take care of it
where ever you carry it.

i feel it coming to attack-
my feet drag-
my head spins-
i find it hard to get out of bed again-
my soul wants to live, but my mind is trying so hard to die-

I find myself
staring at the tv
infront of me,
and i miss you.

I miss your
silly faces,
your reactions
and reenactments,
of a show
playing in the background.

I find myself
being lonely without you,
your presence,
longing for you
to be here.

Of all the things you said to me
I never thought I love you
Would hurt the most