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I wrote this down for you so I would remember all the best parts we shared the kiss within the kiss that sweet moment before our lips touch a faint memory little ghosts  dancing on the surface of my lips where you once belonged I wanted to write you something beautiful so that you would remember that it wasn't just an illusionary concept I conjured up in my mind And I don't want to feel anymore because living isn't living without you and these headaches from the tears I've cried are starting to deplete my energy slowly I hate it; I hate it so much and I can't feel you next to me anymore curled up in your arms I stare at the bed, and it's not the same Can anyone hear me scream? How can this much pain be so silent And I wipe away the tears from my eyes little droplets of salty memories disappear The heat rising in my chest up and down my neck from holding my breath And the release isn't enough nothing is ever enough because living isn't living without you and I thought I was fine, but I don't sleep the same anymore, and my heart aches when I hear your voice my knees still get weak I feel everything and nothing all at the same time And I thought I was so sure I didn't have to spend time looking for someone anymore I thought you were it  and so I stopped trying to find something I already had I know why you did what you did but ****** if  I'm not still angry with myself even though you told me I was enough somehow I don't believe one bit of it In the end, I was just another distraction from your wounded, barely healed heart I feel so used, but I can't fault you for hurting and I can't be angry with you for the decisions you made in the end, you did what you did for yourself I wish these tears would somehow erase these new marks I've acquired on my fragile heart but they just dry up and start again If only I drowned in them maybe I wouldn't have to deal with this pain and the realization that you were never mine but I'll always be a little bit yours ©2020 Christina Jackson
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC
Open windows & closed doors
I wrote this down for you so I would remember all the best parts we shared the kiss within the kiss that sweet moment before our lips touch a faint memory little ghosts  dancing on the surface of my lips where you once belonged I wanted to write you something beautiful so that you would remember that it wasn't just an illusionary concept I conjured up in my mind And I don't want to feel anymore because living isn't living without you and these headaches from the tears I've cried are starting to deplete my energy slowly I hate it; I hate it so much and I can't feel you next to me anymore curled up in your arms I stare at the bed, and it's not the same Can anyone hear me scream? How can this much pain be so silent And I wipe away the tears from my eyes little droplets of salty memories disappear The heat rising in my chest up and down my neck from holding my breath And the release isn't enough nothing is ever enough because living isn't living without you and I thought I was fine, but I don't sleep the same anymore, and my heart aches when I hear your voice my knees still get weak I feel everything and nothing all at the same time And I thought I was so sure I didn't have to spend time looking for someone anymore I thought you were it  and so I stopped trying to find something I already had I know why you did what you did but ****** if  I'm not still angry with myself even though you told me I was enough somehow I don't believe one bit of it In the end, I was just another distraction from your wounded, barely healed heart I feel so used, but I can't fault you for hurting and I can't be angry with you for the decisions you made in the end, you did what you did for yourself I wish these tears would somehow erase these new marks I've acquired on my fragile heart but they just dry up and start again If only I drowned in them maybe I wouldn't have to deal with this pain and the realization that you were never mine but I'll always be a little bit yours ©2020 Christina Jackson
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC
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