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@cam2x
The first person needed. The last person considered.
- An autobiography.
Love is patient, but you rushed to replace me. Love is kind, but I tremble when you speak. Love does not envy, but you never clap for me. Love does not boast, but you need to feel superior. Love is not rude, but you hang up in my face. Love is not self-seeking, but only your wants and goals matter. Love is not easily angered, but me opening my mouth makes you so angry you disappear for months. Love keeps no records of wrong, but you remember my mistakes and exclude yours. Love rejoices with the truth, but you lie with me just to lie to me. Love always protects, trusts, hopes and perseveres, but sometimes I have to pray for protection from you, sometimes you make it hard to trust you, most times, I’m left with nothing to hope for. Lastly, love never fails. You failed me. Perhaps, we failed each other.
06/29/2021
- @cam2x
Another summer bathing in heartbreak’s sin. You, a cool breeze, tempting me to let you in. Just for you to switch things from hot to cold to hot again. I haven’t decided which temperature feels best. The heat from our naked bodies or the volcano in my chest. The gray numbness is a different cold than winter with no sweater. 2.5 years in this climate and I still don’t know the best heartbreak weather.
06/29/2021
@cam2x
Not sure when I convinced myself that I don’t deserve good things, but how do I undo it?
1/23/2021
@cam2x
He once told me that he did drugs to escape from the chaos and feel nothing at all. I called him an addict for that. I wake up everyday hoping to feel something. I guess I’m an addict, too. One of us is addicted to feeling something and the other is addicted to feeling nothing at all.
- who am I to say we’re not trying to escape the same pain?
@cam2x
10/01/2020
My love burns fire. I can’t do lukewarm.
- romance me, please.
@cam2x 09/22/2019
Things unsaid are said things, too. Listen.
And if I don’t make it through the night, maybe then you’ll think I did something right.
- my mom said she hopes I die.
8/10/2020
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The day has come and I knew it would, where this heartbreak became a phoenix and my freedom stood.
07:28:2020
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The silence is screaming too loud.
- I hate it when you ignore me.
07-11-2020 @cam2x
I’ve sung, “I don’t feel anything,” many nights to my lover while my tears moisturized the lie as it fell from my lips. Truth is, I’ve always felt everything. I feel the vibration in the ground from the silence of a pin drop when he asks, “What do you want me to say?” I feel the dryness of swallowing the hope that he’d one day have the perfect retort. I feel the ridges of the knife going in and scraping my spine every time he chooses all things except me. I feel the warmth of the blood shed in battles I’ve lost to the lovers whose feet trample on the neck of feelings for me that he’ll never stand frontline for. I feel the coldness of a winter fling turned blue. I feel the pain of an echo to unanswered questions in a room full of people with the answers. I feel the walls expanding when we share a small space; I’ve never known accompanied loneliness so well.
- highly susceptible to feeling a lot.
@cam2x 06/24/2020
Mother’s Day 2020
Happy Mother’s Day to all the goats, the backbones, the ones keeping us all afloat and a little extra for all the women in my life who’ve had to play that role. ❤️
@cam2x
Animal Instincts
In the winter, hedgehogs seek warmth from each other, but later separate because their quills become weapons. The pain must feel better than the cold because they always find their way back to each other. You and I were a lot like that. Our words and actions were the quills that pricked and hurt each other, but that cool breeze on my back when your side of the bed is empty makes me miss you. I need you near me, to feel something, even if it is pain; I’ll always want you near me.
11/03/2019
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A Tune
I can feel the words we aren’t saying beginning to suffocate us. I know we’ll regret lying here watching each other turn a new shade of broken-hearted. I’ve learned that abandonment complements my skin tone and you happen to think you look good in failure. Look at us, dressed in our best, slow dancing to a, “Goodbye,” that hasn’t stopped playing yet.
07/20/2019
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Still feeling alone in every room accompanied by anyone else.
- What is depression?
07/18/2019
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The goodbyes we didn’t say buried themselves in the walls that had fallen around the bed we once birthed love in. I’ll never forget how your back looked- scarred and scratched; it faced me and said the goodbye your mouth didn’t. My shadow abandoned me to chase after you. My legs forgot all reason to ever move. I’m sorry, I haven’t enough strength to catch you when my heart is falling out of my chest, too.
- love ran away too fast
07/08/2019
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