i miss you.
i almost had to sew my mouth shut today,
but even then,
i still would’ve made a sound
to fight for a chance
hell, to look like a fool doing it
just to say,
i miss you.
i really miss alex turner :(
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@starinkd
i miss you.
i almost had to sew my mouth shut today,
but even then,
i still would’ve made a sound
to fight for a chance
hell, to look like a fool doing it
just to say,
i miss you.
i really miss alex turner :(
“what’s stopping you from-“ listen i am so so sleepy
me to me cus i be having the urge to dramatically change every aspect of myself every 3 am
my contribution to this world is that i always hope everyone is having a better day than me
there is so much love in my heart
wanting to be heard, needing to be seen
i try to show it through my words and my actions
“not enough! not enough!,” it utters
and so i pour out some more
somewhere between midnight and dawn
i ask — all in hushed silence
“why must i bleed out to show i have loved?”
“is pain the price of love or is love the prize of bearing pain?”
still time does not stop, even for the bled-out ones
the blood has dried and
the questions remain unanswered
i guess love, pain, and everything in between
is the price of being alive
i feel like im in a coma where i feel everything all at once but i cannot physically move my body
i miss my friends and yes, sometimes even the ones i no longer associate myself with. it’s hard to lose a friend but harder to stand your ground in cutting ties with people who do not value nor respect you. i have to constantly remind myself that i’d rather carry this grief than be disrespected and treated less than what i deserve. still, i miss them sometimes.
i’ve been laying in bed a lot. ruminating. rotting away in my 20s is not a good way to enter adulthood. the hardest pill i have to swallow is that the only thing stopping me from a lot of things is myself. i am highly self-aware and yet i don’t do anything to fix it. i indulge in a lot of vices that i justify by saying i deserve it after all the suffering and life’s pains. it’s 3 am too and as ted mosby puts it, nothing good happens after 2 am
i am in constant melancholy (i need to chill)
to live and to try. to fail but try anyway.
when quitting is not an option,
where is the temporary exit?
where do i park my sinking heart?
where do i go?
should i go?
when you realize that your potential is limitless and most of the time, the only thing stopping you is yourself — that’s when this freeing sensation overcomes you. and when it does, i hope it overwhelms you so much that you are forced to recognize that you can do it. you can do it. there is nothing you cannot at least try to do. once we realize the power of trying. of setting foot to test the waters. of opening a door and peeking through it. try, try until you are the first one out of the gate.
wednesdays are for bargaining
only a few days till the weekend
new beginnings await — but emptiness escapes
waking up to your absence
our bed, our room, i am alone
one thing i learned — time does not halt
ive always been hungry,
a gourmand of sorts
many is too little
large is far too small
only the unimaginably big
nay, the wide, the tide, the vast
ever stood a chance
love — even just a fraction of it
you take one bite and its never enough
i sleep a lot during the day,
not to mentjon i sleep a lot at night
it comes late but its still rings true
i sleep to die for a while
bargaining with my snooze button, i
sleep for five more minutes,
then two more,
and another ten
suddenly, i’ve been dead for three hours
i sleep a lot to practice death
it is what my two cents can afford
it is what my mother’s heart can endure
it is what my cowardice can accomplish
and it is what god seems to favor
i wake up anyway, much to my dismay
i sleep a lot to practice death
and in practicing death, i am kept alive
i live to see another day
just let me die for a little while
how do i wake up from this slumber
over mountains and seas of despair
slithering — desperate to remember
how you shone under the sun’s glare
i lose, i surrender to your laughter
how do you go back to reality (work) when youve just finished reading the most soul-crushing fanfiction ever written
i try to write all the time. i lay awake at 2 am, attempting to pour my heart out. i feel so little and insignificant. in a world where a prompt can create something objectively better that i could ever muster, i still try. i hope i touch someone’s heart but above all, i hope i heal mine.