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I drive past your parents house everyday on my way to work. I fight the urge to drive by and see if, by some chance, you’re sitting in their porch, home for a visit. It makes me happy and sad at the same time. Happy to know you got out of here, sad to feel like I was left behind. No one knows how much I miss you.

#love #thoughts #longing #friends

Do you think he knows it’s you I sing about in the car?

#thoughts #love #longing #ironic

We are soulmates.

Maybe not in this life but we are or were. My soul is pulled to you, as if it would leap right out of my chest and into your heart. Somewhere sometime we have loved and it must of been magical. You are magical.

You are magic to me.

I miss you on the pavement, in the steps next to mine

I miss your body movements as we intertwine

I miss your soul mixing with mine.

#longing #thoughts #writing #love

If I’d had known the last time I kissed you would be the last time I’d kiss you, I would have kissed you a little harder, a lot longer.

A kiss I would remember, a kiss you couldn’t forget.

There is it again, the longing.

#longing #love #soul food #wanting #writing #thoughts

You always seem to pop up right when I need you, how do you know?

How do you know when I’m needing you, a shoulder, a cry, a love.

How do you know what my soul needs?

Have you touched it?

Are you in my soul

Here

Or anywhere

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Her due date came, I was getting dressed in the closet when I reminded you,

You said “oh that’s today?”

And we never spoke about it again..

#grief #relationship #writing #thoughts #tfmr

There’s a woman screaming inside of me. A catastrophically loud and desperate scream. The scream of a mother losing her baby.

I knew what to expect when I went into that delivery room.

I didn’t scream then, but I’m screaming now.

#grief #infant loss #tfmr #woman #writing #thoughts

You said you’d be two hours,

It’s six hours later..

I just saw some girl on the Internet say “you can see the grief on my face” and it just resonated with me in such an honest and vulnerable way.

I don’t look like her anymore, the girl who doesn’t know grief.

I’ll never be the 15 year old girl whose dad is alive again.

I’ll never be the 26 year old woman who doesn’t know the pain of burying her daughter.

You can see it, in my face.

#grief #woman #writing #thoughts

mahoganyamore

you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone

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I want to live in a world that is simple. A world of tranquil fulfillment. A world I see my family often in, and can walk to a small bookstore, or write in a window of a bar and it be enough to fix everything broken inside me.

I want to live in a world that is simple and unbroken.

#thoughts #writing #longing