this is not about who's anger is more loud,
or who's pain is more excruciating
or who's bleeding more
(or whether each other know of the other's wounds)

it should be about bridging two people
because certain things are just too precious

the closeness, the rapport, the betweens

your casual-ness/carelessness costs me everything

Dinner was good. Mia was such a good cook, Joe thought to himself. He watched his wife cleaning up the table after them and he smiled thinking how lucky they were to be together. ‘Why are you smiling at me like that? You know very well that we are not up to it anymore,’ Mia teased her husband. He laughed, a hearty laughed that echoed through ( Read more... )

i woke up this morning and the thought plagued me again. it is so energy sapping. and consuming.

tired of knowing everything without ever being sure.
- storypeople

two at twenty four will never come

callously wrapped: a week long uncertainties,
stained repercussions, accumulated glitches, physical frustrations
but at the lightness of a single cut today
everything crashes on me
and i walk with this weight clamming at my breath
and when moments don't pass, people do

bought a CD today. needed the distraction.

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