moonkept secrets

all the things I couldn't tell you, I told the moon

[thoughtcascades]

i want to be wanted so deeply that my overthinking finally shuts up

[a-mind-in-ruins]

Loving you was ruining me.

[thoughtcascades]

this heart is tired of running on empty

[moonkept-secrets]

i hope that on the days you cross my mind, i visit yours too

[pup-purgatory]

via

[moonkept-secrets]

they could wipe my brain clean and my thoughts would still find a way to stumble back to memories of you

[moonkept-secrets]

in another life, we have one more day together and i use it to be honest. and it changes everything.

[moonkept-secrets]

i miss the me that was around back when i had you. trouble is, only you knew how to bring that me out.

[moonkept-secrets]

tucking in the memory of you is part of my daily night-time routine

[moonkept-secrets]

you linger at the threshold of my mind.

i don't like to let you in, but i can never bring myself to chase you away.

[ss-writess]

“The hardest part was pretending I was okay so you would not feel guilty.”

[thoughtcascades]

i want someone to look at me like they already decided i’m a problem worth keeping

[thehopefulquotes]

“You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.”

— Kid Cudi

[gerranhowelllover]

i wish i was someone's favorite person

[ss-writess]

“If I touched you the way I truly wanted to, I think even your bones would remember me after death.”

[mentaikoprawn]

i’m not even sad i’m just full of unsaid things and memories i didn’t ask for

[pretty-little-nightmare-xx]

I no longer remember your touch; how your palm fit against the small of my back, how your hand felt in mine, or how my head settled into the curve of your neck. But your smile lingers, crooked and bright, in the empty cathedral of my chest. Your voice finds me in dreams, murmuring my name like a secret. I keep returning to the grave of what we were, kneeling in the soft dirt of almosts and what-ifs. My fingers brush the headstone of a love that ended too quietly, searching for warmth that isn’t there. You are a ghost who chose to disappear. How cruel, leaving only the beautiful parts behind to torment me with what I can never have again.