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No one stole my mind as much as you did
are you living or are you just jumping from one obsession to the other to run away from yourself
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“I wanted to say something: “I’m sorry,” or perhaps “fuck you.” I wanted to say, “I let you in and you abused that position of trust.” But no no no. I wanted to say, “kiss me please please, we can forget everything.” Or maybe, maybe I just wanted to say, “I forgive you. You’re not sorry but I still forgive you.”
— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #262
I miss getting these and thinking they were true
Of all the things I wanted to protect you from, all the things were necessary. I am sorry I restricted your experience of pain in my attempt at heroism. Now, be free! Your hell is yours. I will not interfere by making it easy.
sometimes
you have to let go
even when
all you want to do
is let out.
i want to let out
all my emotions
to him
and i want him
to do the same.
i want to let out
a scream
of joy
for once
instead of sadness.
i want to let out
every ounce of love
i have for him,
but alas,
he would take it,
shred it,
and throw it away.
a.m.m, 3:21pm
Gethsemane.
you planted death in my fields
cut crop circles in my skin
my courtyard, you desecrated
and my secret gardens became your mass grave
had they slain Jesus you would have cried then
but we had no body to bury
i could not save our song
with your hands noosed on my neck;
when the needle went static
and the sun no longer sang
you stopped breathing