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@suarach
Plant me In water It fears me Not there I say But need Plant me in Let me see it all I need to see More than M o r e t h a n Me. I don't need you to Plant me I will be able to Plant me When
-the most important things-
I don’t need to know what you’re doing when you’re out at 3am without me I don’t need to know ‘who that girl is’.
I don’t, because I know how you like your coffee and where you leave your glasses when you go to bed
I don’t need to know where you are- when you think about me, I am with you.
B.K.L.M
she hurt you and pretended not to care when she realised her mistake,
she kept the wound open because she enjoyed the control of choosing when you should heal,
she hurt you so badly that you created holes in your skin in the hope that whatever was missing would find its way back in, and sadly she caused those holes but your cigarettes made them she hurt you because she barely knew you and misunderstood your gift of loyalty, invincible, she thought- eternal- but no.
she hurt you-and she is not sorry- so deep that I had to stitch up your wounds -and you, mine- now only faint scars remain painless.
I believe that your soul and my soul are very old friends.
Mandeq Ahmed, ‘mates’ (via blackorchidd)
"you: take five"
you are in my head, spread to the furthest reaches- so far- that I cannot write concisely about you.
five times starting, four finish, each time, with more anguish.
I have too much to say and don't know the way to write down just one train of thought.
it is as though my trains all crash trying to get through one tunnel.
what I must have done
in previous lives
to deserve you.
What do I want from you? the only thing that I have wanted since my eyes first laid; that smile for myself and that is all I will ever ask of you.
Cleas Suarach (Dirty Trick)
Enough with the polite formalities, Cleas Suarach. I have called you out many times, Never too far. Always the truth. Unblinded.
How could you, Cleas Suarach? Why was the truth so hard? How could you make me think that three extra squirts of perfume would make you stay?
Selfish, Cleas Suarach. You did nothing for me. Only for yourself.
You did not buy me. Not a purchase on a whim. I am not a dilapidated building with “potential”. I am not a “fixer upper”.
I am a brain. I am emotion. I am love. I am kind.
And you, Cleas Suarach; Are a magic 8 ball in an earthquake.
Crave.
Crave. C R A V E. Saying the word -even thinking it- eats away at you. You feel it in every molecule of your body, dulling out the specs of stardust that he set alight in the first place. I wish that I could tear off every inch of skin that you touched. I'd be left a skeleton, but only just. You would have touched my bones if you could. How dare you.
"The universe always provides", my mother always says and it does, sometimes in almost unnoticeable ways.
The wind pushing at your back when you are running late, Lifting low branches of the trees for you to walk under. A smile from a stranger on a bad day. "The universe always provides" You just have to look for it.
BKM
And after all the tears shed Heart bled You have the nerve To call me "friend"
I drank half a bottle of tequila
and just before I passed out
I typed out the words "I love you"
I don't remember this
but it just goes to show
that even when my body is poisoned and my brain is shutting down
it's muscle memory,
a habit.
I can't remember where I am
but I remember what I tell you every night before I go to sleep.
i want to cut off my hair because you liked it long
i want to burn every item of clothing that you told me that i looked good in and every piece that you took off of me
i want to burn off the pieces of my skin that you touched and forget all of your favourite words and phrases
pieces of me remind me of you and it kills me that I have to see them every day
It is an age-old, cliché, worn out story. With it comes the hard-hitting truth; I am ordinary. I am a typical teenage girl. I am everything that I have fought against. How disappointing.
My heart, it cracks slowly Immune from physical pain I carry on. I could end it all now, If you were not the last post of stability Holding up my derelict existence.
And what a thing it is, To open my eyes in the middle of the night and Finding yours looking at me. Pulled in closer, your lips pressed to my forehead. Goodnight, again.
You are inside my head, You crawl across my skin I feel it. Even when- Especially when- You are nowhere to be seen. Chords and words that kill, Quicker than poison. You get me You're pretty You're pretty You're pretty. You know my every thought. To the extent where Each eye glance holds a sentence. Silent conversation So delicate. "The world forgetting, by the world forgot!" Rolling around, lost. Time stops, But our hearts make up for it. My Best Friend, My Favourite, Mine.