Breathe

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April 11 2014

Your mother heard you in a poem. I hear you in my heart. You’re waiting. I’m sorry it’s taken me this long. I’m coming home.

[kushandwizdom]

[the-thousand-synonyms-of-love]

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4/17/14 12:39am

I keep refreshing my feed on every form of social media. I keep checking my text messages. I keep looking at your pictures. I keep waiting for you to text me and ask me if I’m okay. I keep wanting to call you and tell you I’m not. I’m not okay. I’m not myself without you. I need you here. I’ve always needed you. Everyone keeps telling me that what we had was so beautiful and one could only be so lucky to experience it. But it only makes me feel worse. I don’t understand how something like that could be ripped away. I don’t understand how my soul, my heart, my mind could be ripped away from me.

I wasn’t done learning from you. I wasn’t done growing. There was so much more. So much more.

I am left feeling empty lost and confused and the truth is, no one. No one understands that so no one can comfort me or tell me how to feel. I am left on my own to put pieces back together. Shards of glass. Glass scattered across for miles and miles leaving me to put this puzzle together for the rest of my life.

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Everything hurts

[tildahlberg]

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You told me I seemed haunted. It was 3am and you could still smell the storm clouds under my skin. You can’t quell depression by making love. But we tried. But we tried, oh, we did.

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Hungry

I'm hungry today. I've liked all these recipes of things I want to try and I realized I can't cook. So of course I thought "Well, Marcos can cook it for--" Oh wait. You're nothing but ashes at this moment. I refused to learn from you because I always figured you'd cook for us both, forever. The idea of us ever breaking up never crossed our minds. We had plans. This time next year, we would have been engaged and planning a wedding. None of this makes any sense. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much

[seethroughperson]

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Constantly in-between home and where I’ll be. Light separates the space.  I feel the cold against my face. I know I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry, I saw it too. Always passing through. Always torn in two. Staring straight through the night, while your red eyes said enough.

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4/16/13 12:18am

I have to sleep alone in my room for the first time. I stopped sleeping in this room almost 2 months ago because I had nightmares. You too had nightmares around the same time. It’s so cold in here and your face is on my nightstand, my walls, and your smell on the shirt I wore when I last saw you two Mondays ago. None of this feels right. I don’t think it’s really hit me yet that you’re gone. I miss you so much. So much.

[freekinglife]

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Marcos.

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It’s horrible when your heart is somewhere your body is not.

Joe Lunn (via upaj)

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But do not ask the price I pay, I must live with my quiet rage, Tame the ghosts in my head, That run wild and wish me dead. Should you shake my ash to the wind Lord, forget all of my sins Oh, let me die where I lie  Neath the curse of my lover’s eyes.

[fragileframes-blog]

You died two weeks ago today I still can't feel my hands And today I stopped feeling your warmth

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[jessielou24-deactivated20160630]

Hell isn’t a place you go to after you die. Hell is the empty side of the bed that used to hold your heat. Hell is having a reservation for two but you not showing up. Hell is holding you in my sleep only to wake up alone. Hell is everyday spent without you.

my version of hell