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dear M, it's hard to imagine really or maybe it's not hard at all all the signs were there the green enveloping your eyes losing its breathless light when you mentioned me the way you used to say my name like it was something precious like it was yours to guard like it was a secret only known to us (and later, your voice losing its melody, like it was just another noun in your vocabulary) stranger the way your lips no longer sought my skin "she's just tired", i'd think (but oh, how i longed to feel the pressure of your tongue, the soft kisses along my neglected neck, your wandering hands on me, inside me, consuming me) but then there it was: the heartbreaking true the undeniable reality that your soul, once intertwined with mine, was slowly but surely wanting to be free and it hurt it hurt because we were one you and i, here, now, in a past life, in a future life always (but then again, maybe not) it was the first time i've felt robbed like a part of me was no longer with me because it was never mine to begin with it was yours yours all along, just waiting to be claimed i will never be the same (and maybe that's okay).
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Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
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dear M, it's hard to imagine really or maybe it's not hard at all all the signs were there the green enveloping your eyes losing its breathless light when you mentioned me the way you used to say my name like it was something precious like it was yours to guard like it was a secret only known to us (and later, your voice losing its melody, like it was just another noun in your vocabulary) stranger the way your lips no longer sought my skin "she's just tired", i'd think (but oh, how i longed to feel the pressure of your tongue, the soft kisses along my neglected neck, your wandering hands on me, inside me, consuming me) but then there it was: the heartbreaking true the undeniable reality that your soul, once intertwined with mine, was slowly but surely wanting to be free and it hurt it hurt because we were one you and i, here, now, in a past life, in a future life always (but then again, maybe not) it was the first time i've felt robbed like a part of me was no longer with me because it was never mine to begin with it was yours yours all along, just waiting to be claimed i will never be the same (and maybe that's okay).
she was one of a kind
#heartbreak#movingon#souls
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theotherfiftyone
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
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