#blue grief

[blueegrief]

They talk about price of love, but nobody told me the cost of hope. It's like a gambler's hand, stripped bare of everything, and still wagering to survive.

—bluegrief

[blueegrief]

But we are not friends, and we are not strangers, we are something even less. We are something even worse.

—bluegrief

[blueegrief]

But that's life, isn't it? You try to do everything right but get a lot of it wrong.

—blue grief

[blueegrief]

does it make me selfish? clinging to your half forgotten memories hopelessly hanging onto your faded eyes and barely stretched smile just to make sure i can still write about a tragedy that has barely left a trace behind i seem incapable to pen, if it's not you i write about so i forego any semblance of pride and fester like a mold consuming your echoes for the fuel of my heart a fickle desire to quench the thirst of my hands is it even love anymore?

—blue grief