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The beating of a broken heart
Meaningless facts
Float around my head
As I desperately try to connect
With who I once knew better than myself
Now a stranger
But so familiar
So familiar
So familiar
A source of comfort
The reason I smiled
When everything seemed wrong
Turned to why I need comfort
As I woke crying night after night
Night after night
Night after night
We’re drifting apart and yet I hold on
To the memories
The love
The heartache
The broken promises
And broken promises
And broken promises
Warring with myself
I know I’m falling out of love
I feel I can’t move on
I try to hold on and breathe
And deal with the pain
And the pain
And the pain
Hoping one day we’ll smile again
And be happy
Together once more
Even though I know it’s not true
And I can’t lie to myself
Can’t lie to myself
Can’t lie to myself
Our reality has changed
Maybe for the better
Maybe for the worse
I know we will hold on
As long as we both can
Before we crumble together
And shatter into a million tiny pieces
Breaking in places where repair would be impossible
Be impossible
Be impossible
And we will never be the same again
And we will never be the same again
And we will never be the same again
Stuck On Repeat
#NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge #poetry Stuck On Repeat
How many of you are old enough to remember turntables? Remember when you’d get a scratch or a single small hair or something and then the needle would catch on it and repeat the same phrase over and over until you moved the arm? That’s what today’s NaPoWriMo prompt reminded me of. We had to write a terzanelle, which is a cross between a villanelle and terza rima. It consists of five stanzas with…
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i rewatched both gltas and yj's finales. needless to say.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
Emily helped me out yesterday, and allowed me to put square buns in her hair. I shot this with my Canon 60D, and my Nikon 105mm.