sometimes i get sad and wish it would get better but you don’t care and im not sure that you ever did
-for the first time you went to bed without telling me you love me
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sometimes i get sad and wish it would get better but you don’t care and im not sure that you ever did
-for the first time you went to bed without telling me you love me
when does it end? i’m tired of my eyes being flooded with sadness. my stomach in knots and my chest empty.
- it’s 1:28 in the morning and i don’t recognize my reflection
Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953
i sleep a lot now because you visit me in my dreams and there i can pretend that i never lost you
i regret falling in love.
i regret letting you in.
i regret allowing you to destroy me.
all i wanted was for you to not hate me.
blinded by sadness i cannot see, hoping to find the answer i need in the bottom of a bottle or at the end of a pack of cigarettes but the only thing that lies there is emptiness and regret
our “this is it” moment is getting close and i feel like im standing in a room with the oxygen being slowly sucked out. i can’t bear to let you go because I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING IS THIS WHAT I DESERVE?
and i will beg on my hands and knees for you to come back to me. you will take a piece of me and because of that i will never be whole again.
i will never recover from this. there’s a hole in my chest too big to repair. bruises on my heart that will never go away. my head is on fire and i can do nothing but stand in the mirror and watch it burn.
i stay and let you treat me poorly because i prefer that over nothing at all
is this what love is?