for forgetting


22 August 2014

I think what I miss most about being in a committed relationship is being able to shower someone in compliments. I miss making someone feel important and special. I miss being the reason someone is smiling. I miss adoring. I miss loving. 

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21 August 2014

We were too starved of love
to be left alone together.
We tore each other to pieces,
leaving nothing behind but 
dry remains of who we once were. 
And now that we are through, 
the only thing that stands 
is a tale of two lovers 
gone mad with starvation. 

1:28 am  170 notes

17 August 2014

I dialed your number at 3:17 A.M. I was going to tell you that I missed you, and that I was tired of this silent fight. Tell you that my life is better with you in it, and that every day without you has taught me that even on our worst days, I will always want you. I would have told you that we would be okay, I think if I say it aloud maybe I will start to believe it. I wanted to tell you that I still love you, but before the tone could breach our silence, I ended my call. I realized that it has been seven months since I left your arms, and you haven’t ever tried to fight for me. If we were what your heart desired, you would have come back by now.

4:33 pm  91 notes

16 August 2014

I dreamt of you here, 08/16/14

4:28 pm  148 notes

I dreamt of you here, 08/16/14

16 August 2014
“You brought my life meaning;
there is no getting over you.”

— Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 23

12:23 pm  261 notes

11 August 2014

I know there are 
parts of you 
that are trying 
to fight for me.

How does it feel 
to lie in a bed
that once held 
my body 
inside of it?

I haven’t slept 
the same since
I left.

12:24 pm  218 notes

10 August 2014

 I cannot keep waiting
       for you to decide
  that you want me. 
      I cannot keep waiting
    for you to change
            your mind.

2:53 pm  461 notes

10 August 2014

I am thinking of you. I am thinking of you and your letters and how I used to wait for them and I am thinking of the page drenched in your pink lipstick kisses. I am thinking of the words you wrote, and I cannot feel sad. I cannot be sad. I am not sad. I am mad. Mad that you are gone, mostly. Mad that we didn’t try harder. We are on our own now, and I feel like I am drowning without you. You already knew that. I am thinking about how lonely I felt with you sitting right next to me. I am thinking about how my life used to be before you were in it; the truth is I cannot see my life before you. I am thinking of you and this time spent apart and I miss you. I miss you and it hurts but you are happy and you are better. You are happy. You are happy. I am thinking of you.

1:10 pm  34 notes

09 August 2014

And no matter
how hard I try
I will never be able
to outrun the ache
that lingers due to
your absence.

7:57 pm  250 notes

07 August 2014
“There will never be any use in trying
to love anyone else like I love you.”

— Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 22

4:23 pm  642 notes

03 August 2014
“You are the only one,
the only love that I have
ever been able to write about.”

— Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 21

8:41 pm  572 notes

31 July 2014

Forgetting does not come easy
and I understand now that you
will always be a part of me.

I have come to peace with the fact
that pieces of you remain flowing
through my veins, and that I
will always be haunted by
your memory.

12:55 pm  321 notes

26 July 2014

He spends his nights
dedicated to healing
every broken piece
of my fragile skin
with his warm hands
and his tender kiss.

12:26 pm  175 notes

26 July 2014
“I am thinking about her. I am thinking about her even though I don’t want to think about her. I am thinking about her because I can’t forget her, because I continue to look back at her. She is the only one. I can’t let go of what once was and what will never be again. I can’t face the fact that she is gone gone gone, I can’t face that it was me who drove her away. I was with her. I loved her. I drove her away. I am thinking about her even though I don’t want to think about her.”

— James Frey, A Million Little Pieces

11:17 am  660 notes

25 July 2014

11:28 am  7,762 notes

Free spirits and wild flowers, 07/25/14

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