& if not in this life, will you come to me in my dreams?
Annabelle Chapman
Three Goblin Art
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Jules of Nature
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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@dragonflywingdreams
& if not in this life, will you come to me in my dreams?
Annabelle Chapman
the calm in the quietness of her gentle affection- her divine touch, salvation
Annabelle Chapman
all hopes & small wishes end as they began- that she may hear my heart that calls for her- that begs, pleads, & petitions for her, & return to me once more
Annabelle Chapman
what use is the whole of anything, when a half shared with her is more than i could ever need
Annabelle Chapman
the rasping of her starved heart reverberates in her quiet words & small breaths
Annabelle Chapman
relinquishing to this wretched state- an existence maddened by memories, by dreams- days with you that so vividly i still see, that my hands still helplessly, compulsively extend to reach
Annabelle Chapman
i pray- i plead- i beg- at what point does grief cease? when can i take a step and not be met with an end?
Annabelle Chapman
she has long turned & walked away- but how- when i still feel her here? not one day, nor one moment has she been gone from meÂ
Annabelle Chapman
in rooms of memories, i linger, whispering end tails of conversations once had
Annabelle Chapman
the knife he left twists & turns itself, snapping the sutures within my heart- he loves another- he loves another.
Annabelle Chapman
how do i wake to find myself here- still? trapped & bound to this eternal living nightmare, born from the death of a dream
Annabelle Chapman
how am i spared nothing in your absence? even in sleep, still, i am so catastrophically & painfully aware of all that is no longer here- a love that is no longer mine
Annabelle Chapman
each day, he spares less & less, until i am senselessly all consumed foraging for crumbs in the earth’s dirt
Annabelle Chapman
all i am is anchored in pain- drowning in my heart’s refusal, to simply let her go
Annabelle Chapman
folding in on myself, each night, my mind more lost- cast into the sea of memories of her
Annabelle Chapman
i called & called your name- clutching at only the trails of the ghost you left in your wake
Annabelle Chapman
hope creeps into my heart, & with it, i know, i am dreaming again
Annabelle Chapman