#lost relationships

[executive-dysfunctioned]

ADHD is mourning the relationships you've lost not because you didn't care, but because your brain forgot to show love in ways that neurotypical people could recognize and receive

[crmsnmth]

Untitled #121

I think back to the moments laying on your bed staring at the ceiling and laughing about a long forgotten joke Making plans for a future that seemed chiseled into stone We’d see the west coast again that just one second to put our feet in the water I promise someday we’ll taste the ocean again

We were careless and it was a new kind of freedom one that only came in the form of your arms wrapped around me You smell like summer, just the way I remembered and I know I’m just sleeping in a memory and soon I’ll wake up and the memory will go back into hiding

That way it can really dig it’s fangs when it decides when would be a good time to ruin my fucking day

On a park bench we sat and watched the like and I swore to you I could see fireworks but they only went off whenever you looked away and you called me crazy and I almost told you I loved you then the lake’s constant waves would be our backdrop for a cute story we’ll share in the future

Hopefully in song and dance form, you know, like Grease

[iwriteoutofnecessity]

I curse under my breath.

I let out a long string of expletives as you walk away with your hands in fists at your side. The scars are already forming, a pretty little reminder covering up the decay that's inside.

Your smile was the first thing I noticed and now the first thing I miss. Being with you was simple; there was nothing to endure besides the moments I missed your touch, the way your arms wrapped around me made me feel like the world was ours.

We never indulged in petty fights because we both knew we could never stay mad at each other.

There was a very distinct way you would say my name like it was something to be held gently, softly spoken. Now, I just live my life mindlessly, wandering through the corridors of my mind, not knowing the way out.

I'm stuck in my head, I shun the way this is making me feel, but it all sticks to me, clinging to my shirt.

I'm not sure if it's permissible to remove these memories from my bones because without them, I'm not sure what else I have to live for.

[godddamnbranman]

still a lotta grief floating around..

[thesunsailor]

I am a mosaic.

[oddysblog]

It's Not Awkward

You've been staring off into space.

Not the stars but the floor,

Tracing the dramatic patterns

Of uneven ceramic tiles

And with each blink you're dancing across them.

.

I've tried to talk it all out

But every word I've carefully hummed from

My lips: My mouth is a mousetrap,

Its snatches every note to the back of my throat

And recoils like a snail to its shell as if

—I'm not yet ready

—Will I ever be?

.

So theres this awkward silence but I'm sure

In our heads were both insisting,

That it's not awkward.

We just miss those warm smiles

That were better then ice cream with sprinkles.

[tony-mars]

Can't sleep and waiting for the snow storm.

Checking out the time until the rise.

I will build my very own snow fort,

And look out for my own demise.

Guess who never keeps her cool in public?

Guess who always tries too hard?

Please don't judge my heart for pounding...

Or u can judge me all u want.

Because I don't seem to give a damn, do i?

Go and criticise me all the way.

I'll set alarm for my confessions tonight,

Because I will be wide awake.

Angry girlish upbeat love songs

And poetic lyrics of the boys.

Stop asking, I know my rights from wrongs.

And your conclusions are just noise.

[shane-the-brain]

He did not need to be near her--better that he was not near her--but he had to know that she was somewhere, and continuing, and that they might meet again.

The Queen of the Damned, Anne Rice