#nothing anymore

[nofsky8]

Got my wisdom teeth out and am now very much miserable. On the other hand gotsm came in the mail so I guess I'll survive.

[kagamin3ko]

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[az-uveg-alja-az-egyetlen-ba-blog]

Libabőrös leszek, ha rá gondolok.

[uponbeautyrests]

Those words keep goingg sround around and around in my head

[milesnsmiles]

I HATE restaurants so much

[wh0re-h0use]

if I don’t have you then what do I have?

[fragmentosdellimbo]

En la madrugada su rostro me quema como la imagen pura al nacer, cuando mi voz se cansa existe el eco de su persona, su esencia se hizo mi aroma ; Todo el tiempo, la forma y la natura vale una mierda. La lógica y los sentidos son como un par de huevones.

Huevones que son cobardes, huevones jóvenes e inmaduros, estúpidos y cambiantes, errantes y lamentados.

Desconocidos que se conocieron, conocidos al olvido y 'el olvido' es ese hijo de perra que te espera después de tu 'ahora', quien sabe te hará mejor o peor persona. De cierta forma, el ciclo repetido ; Diferente aroma, diferente esencia, diferente eco y diferente imagen.

Nothing anymore.

[ihuggedthemonster-blog]

I have our last poem stuck between my teeth And I don't know why I call it our last poem if I am the only one writing and you never even read it. I found all the old ones in a notebook, all this yearning, all this clawing at the throat and my hands open to receive anything I don't remember why I wrote those poems I don't remember why I cared so much I don't remember your softness, or your open mouth, and more than anything, I don't remember how you made me feel any more. I can guess. Is jut that the feelings aren't there It comes with a strange calmness and emptiness that is not the same I never thought I could wake up one day and simply not want you any more I think there was a time due, a time sentence a death row for feelings that I counted in poems I counted time in love in poems and now the poems are over. I don't think I have anything else to tell you I loved you, I loved you that's all I want you to know and I think you do. I loved you and I was good to you sometimes I need to walk away now, and it doesn't feel like giving up, or losing a battle, it feels like freedom love shouldn't be a battle it feels like getting out of a war-zone. I don't think I will ever write that last poem, describing the end but I can imagine there is one there is a poem and there is the words strung together that feel and read like we did like too much chocolate, like ocean waves, scuba diving, claustrophobia, paint bullets, scared touches, fear, smiles, a heartbeat elephant drum but I don't have them, and you won't read them.

This is it, Jael