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Why do I still dream about you? The memories are so far away but they still possess me. I wish I could just let go and forget. I almost wish the end was bitter, so I had a reason to resent you. I still love you. It's an old and forgotten love, but it's there. It's in every green forerunner, every time I hear that song, when I see the ocean, when I dream. Constant reminders that won't let me forget. They won't let you fade. My love for you is like a soul, stuck in the in-between. I want my love for you to die, find it's peace, but it won't. It needs a home, another place to reside. It's still there, floating, waiting, for a vessel. I don't feel like it's apart of me, it's a separate entity, but it enters my body unceasingly, without warning. When it leaves, it leaves behind a searing emptiness and longing, my eyelashes wet. It hovers above my head before it goes back to it's hiding place. In the waves, in a song, in my closet. It will soon creep out and flood my dreams again. I fear I will forever be haunted by our love.
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
Ghost
Why do I still dream about you? The memories are so far away but they still possess me. I wish I could just let go and forget. I almost wish the end was bitter, so I had a reason to resent you. I still love you. It's an old and forgotten love, but it's there. It's in every green forerunner, every time I hear that song, when I see the ocean, when I dream. Constant reminders that won't let me forget. They won't let you fade. My love for you is like a soul, stuck in the in-between. I want my love for you to die, find it's peace, but it won't. It needs a home, another place to reside. It's still there, floating, waiting, for a vessel. I don't feel like it's apart of me, it's a separate entity, but it enters my body unceasingly, without warning. When it leaves, it leaves behind a searing emptiness and longing, my eyelashes wet. It hovers above my head before it goes back to it's hiding place. In the waves, in a song, in my closet. It will soon creep out and flood my dreams again. I fear I will forever be haunted by our love.
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
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