It's bittersweet ( Read more... )

It's cold.
Even though it's warmer today than it has been in a week.

It's dark except for a single, dimly lit lamp.

Sitting here I feel confused, lost, and empty.

I can't tell if we're far enough into the month where I'm losing myself, or if this is my actual self.

Am I dissociating or depressed.

I'm not allowed to talk to you now ( Read more... )

Remember that time I fell in love with you?

I was scared.
Thought I'd spoken too soon.

you came back.
opened the door.

I can't look away.

your voice. it clings to me and wraps me with warmth.

my heart beats harder and faster.

I look for excuses to do anything but what I should ( Read more... )

Reminiscing ( Read more... )

Am I crazy or do you hold conversations with me once you suspect I'm asleep? Why confess your love or it's strength to me when my eyes have fallen shut?

...

Oxygen deprivation.
Disorientation.
Dark.

Switch to on.
Still labored breathing.
Still disheartened. Disgusted. Disdain.

I don't think we're coming back.
I don't think that a recovery can be made.

I don't trust you, because I can't trust you.

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I used to think removing the air from the room was fun ( Read more... )

everything's going so slow.
stop.
start.
motion.

i've gotten to this point kind of by chance.
but, is anything really chance?

coincidence?
fate?
the universe working in mysterious...