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[skyclowder]

soery

[the-lips-i-used-to-call-home]

I miss the warmth of her hand finding mine without thinking. I miss being kissed like I belonged with her.

There are moments when I miss having someone reach for me. Someone who knows my coffee order, my favorite songs, my favorite card game, my favorite boxers and shirt, the stories I’ve told a hundred times. Someone who notices when I’m hurting before I say a word.

And what frightens me is not being alone.

It’s the thought of wondering if I will ever feel that level of comfort again.

I cannot picture another face. I cannot imagine another voice. I cannot fathom starting over with someone who wants to know me.

An ache for a home I thought I would live in forever.

[the-lips-i-used-to-call-home]

I’m tired now.

Tired of holding onto ghosts, tired of rereading the same ache like the ending might change.

I loved you as deeply as I knew how, and I have finally accepted that love cannot survive on my devotion alone.

Some people come into your life like galaxies beautiful, devastating, impossible to keep.

And eventually, i have to stop trying to pull the stars back into my hands and heart.

I simply look at the night sky with love and tenderness, let myself ache for a moment, breathe in and out, and continue on.

[dresstv]

maybe tay story was just the friends we made along the way

[polar-us]

tinky is lurking

[the-lips-i-used-to-call-home]

And it will ache, because you’ll recognize the life you abandoned floating there between us like a lost constellation.

by then, someone else will have learned my oceans instead of fearing their depth.

[the-lips-i-used-to-call-home]

you’ll realize too late that I would have given you the softest, fiercest kind of love a human being can offer

there will always be a quiet part of me that mourns you.

not because you were my only love,

but because you were the one who taught me how deeply I could feel before teaching me how much surviving it would cost

[the-lips-i-used-to-call-home]