I hate life.
I hate music.
I hate movies and flowers and fun.
I hate sleeping.
I hate being awake.
I hate everything, except the one who caused me to feel this way.
How can you hate the one you love?
Even when they are the one who broke you.
You want me to hate you but instead I just hate everything else,
Because everything reminds me of you

how do you let someone go
when you were the one who convinced him to love you?

how do you break his heart
after you were the one who picked up the pieces?

i need you to need me

In French,
you don't actually say
I miss you
you say
you are missing from me
- you are essential to my being.
you are like an *****, a limb, my bloodstream.
I cannot be without you.


how incredibly poetic.

Waking to feel the weight of the void
you left when you left me behind.
Searching restlessly for any remaining
sense of you in these god forsaken sheets.
Plowing mindlessly through the memories
scorched into my mind - branded forever yours.
Will there be an ever after?

words exploding
for only you to read

thoughts and worries enveloping
that only I can see

I wonder
do you ever read them

do you ever wonder?