“You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those.” - William Shakespeare, Richard II

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“You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those.” - William Shakespeare, Richard II
I’m drifting off to sleep on roads I cannot navigate. The heel of my shoes dodging the gaps between the lines I cannot read. My socks don’t fit right anymore. There’s a loose thread from my sweater stuck on the hook of a doorknob somewhere. I cannot reel in wool to find my way back to the door. I’ve left too many doors open. I find peace in knowing Exits are in every direction. In the distance there’s an echo of a knock on a shut door. That echo is a ghost. Do memories qualify as ghosts of thoughts? My mind is an ellipsis... a flatlined thought... but I just can’t connect the dots.
“When I think of love, I think of pain, and that shouldn’t be so.”
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here
i am no one, looking left, looking right, here i am
i am broken, dripping in rain, dripping in tears, i am here
i am alone, living for death, living for reconciliation, am i here?
I walk in circles around the holes in my heart, making pit stops at every dimly lit memory on my way to a woven house that’s run out of thread.
I sleep in a bed infested with broken dreams leaking from the corners of my eyes onto a pillow full of rotting unspoken words.
Mornings are difficult to get out of bed when my feet hover above an abyss of dismal pain I could slip into if only I grieved for tangible things.
The weight of love is heavy...
You both gotta lift it. If one doesn’t then the other has a hole in their heart from where the weight pushed through the surface and ripped your heart apart.
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“You were a summer gift, one I’ll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I’ll never really see. You’re the best thing that will ever happen to me.” - Ellen Hopkins, Crank
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“It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.”
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
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