“With each note, a new stitch in my blue and smiling goodbye.”
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“With each note, a new stitch in my blue and smiling goodbye.”
Warrior Nun s2 spoiler ahead
Such a sad but beautiful scene
Be kind.
You never know when the last time,
will be the last time.
I love you and I'm sorry.
Hurting was never part of the plan.
- Devine Theory
Blues
Today you texted and I felt emotions,
Emotions I had been holding back.
I’m thinking about you at night again,
the urge to text you,
to tell you how my day was,
Instead of pretending I’m tough, unbothered, heartless.
So, why?
Oh why do I have to turn off my emotions to protect the both of us?
Hold back the urges to text you?
Even though, I know there is no future for us?
I had to tell you there was no us and yet I’m thinking about you again,
I stopped thinking about you but you made me think again.
I was never equipped to feel these blue clouds over my head
So, please don’t remind me of you like everything doesn't already.
Summer Camp Love
Tonight I was reading my journal from two summers ago at camp. It was the summer I fell in love with my co-leader but it was so easy and pure that I had no idea that I was in love. I have a history of falling in love at summer camp and not realizing it. The first time I really fell in love was at summer camp.
In reading my journal it is so easy to see how in love we were. In almost every entry I say how great she is or how much I love her. I write about her reaching for my hand while we walked together and her hands on my hips, pulling my body into hers. Within days of meeting each other, it felt like we had been happy together our whole lives.
At camp there is no way for the pressures of the outside world to seep in. There are no drunken hook-ups at parties. No kissing surrounded by loud music and flashing lights. No pressure to text and reply. At camp we just were, together. We fell in love the way children do. We shared late night conversations about our histories in our first week of knowing each other. We curled up under one sleeping bag every night because I foolishly forgot mine. We sat on the beach and eviscerated ourselves in front of each other; our insides spilling out and becoming tangled together.
I never thought about kissing her, or fucking her, or any of that. I just knew how I felt when we were together and I loved it. We never wanted to be apart. One day I was listing my to do list out loud. “I have to do my laundry and then go mail a letter.” After I finished she corrected me saying, “So you mean we have to go do your laundry and mail a letter.” I chuckled and she said “Yeah we don’t like to be apart.”
Our codependence evolved from being tasked with caring for 12 girls in the wilderness. Our shared priority was our campers and with that base we could be confident that the other one would always always be there, no matter what. When she had to leave camp three days early, it tore me wide open. I was on the verge of tears all day and, it felt like, for the rest of camp. Even my kids sensed my sadness. They often asked if I was missing her. The pain of her departure was so great that even the end of camp paled in comparison. When everyone was crying and saying their goodbyes on our last night, I felt oddly at peace. She was, by far, my hardest goodbye.
Soon after camp she started a new job and met the man who seems to be her soulmate. His name is Jack and he has a big smile. She is in love with him and I think they’ll spend their lives together. It didn’t hurt that she found someone. In fact, I’m incredibly happy for her but the intensity of our relationship that summer will not be something I forget.
I wonder how she remembers it.
“I hate goodbyes, but this one’s out of my control.”
— Dylan Dunlap
What's the point?
You've swallowed me whole...
Ripped the stitches that held me together
And now my forever feels cold.
Feeling like I missed the bus to happiness
And I can tell how wrong she is
by how mad she gets
There are no coincidences
It's no accident
And shes mad at me
And I'm crash and dent
Vastly spent
You say we're supposed to be a team...
Yeah you talk a great game
but never catch you at any practices
Broken because she keeps going
Back to them
So,
I gave up...
she won't do the work
To save us
after all the lies and the hurt
and the desire that burns
I confided in her
Gave up my life
A meaningless sacrifice
See you in the afterlife
Ooh ...
Look how soft my coffin is
There's no solidness
No mindfulness
and no consciousness
Outta sight outta mind
No follow up
To all those promises
Standing on the bluffs
Sick of this life
I'm calling in....
Laying low underneath
her battery powered halo
Until my shoulders are strong again
Carrying the weight of all this shit
Adding to the world
already on top of him
But I am STRENGTH incarnate
Made from the same energy
That kept our stars lit
Wondering how the people
that have never had love...
Could be so quick to discard it.
Smoke thru the lonely parts
Exhale the garbage
Inhale the stars in this cartridge
Used to go to the bar
When id get hard hit
Now I put whats left
of this scarred heart
into my vocal arts
To combat the darkness in him....
- Devine Theory