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drearydaffodil

I spent a summer in the sunshine Gathering all my presence Hoping you would notice

I spent autumn in the shadows Picking apples, counting moments Until I knew all hope was lost

I spent winter in my blankets Hoping you would sense This frenzied fear and desperation

But there were stitches in my mouth I could not beg you to see, the ice Congealed between us, silence

Was a snow storm accumulating Inch by frigid inch, eventually All that we had been was buried

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27. I can’t do this alone

As much as I try to avoid you,

I see you - in every word in the news (are you safe?), in every movie I see (we would’ve laughed at this scene!), in every street I cross (you’d walk on the danger side). 

I hear you - in the bustle of the crowd (“stay close to me”), in a song on the radio (music cracks open my heart), in the quiet of midnight (the ghost of your voice haunts me). 

I feel you - in the empty chair across me (your cup on the table), in the silence of the wee hours (you’d trace messages on my skin), in the coldness of the air (the thought of you makes me shiver more). 

I am torn between holding on and letting go for I have absorbed too much of you of your laugh of your twilight teasings  of your dawn embraces. 

As much as I try to avoid you, I cannot escape you.

As much as I try to escape you, I keep looking over my shoulder for your shadow, straining to hear your whispers.  .  .  .  Help me let you go.   

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& know when I can’t look into your eyes, I’ll settle for the sunset & when my hands feel heavy, I know your name is still swimming to shore, but sometimes I wish you’d see me, hear the rotation of the expanding sky every time the origin of your name spells a lost constellation - I tell myself I don’t mind being a wallflower as long as I can line the softness of your heart, but baby, my ghosts have ghosts & we all love differently

aubriestar

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I feel you in the coolness of night air moving through lace curtains windows wide open in a windless trance through dreams ensconced in softest folds of lavender spells a tremor of flesh as air vibrates a baritone voice hovering over stealing my sleep, haunting my dreams

~Aubrie~2017

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The last delusion fell before the looking glass dreams were dashed and hope was shattered yet we go on remembering the times when anything and everything actually mattered

The Last Delusion (via mikefrawley)