I Melt With You

I wish you knew what you mean to me and how your name plays in my head like a song on repeat when I try to sleep at night

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[mallary]

[heavensghost]

Before I fall, Lauren Oliver

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[ur-daily-inspiration]

[henriprestes]

The coldest nights

[effyeahchickenstrips]

[achillesinhighheels]

[xoxokala]

You deserve it 🩷

[skinsnostalgia]

she’s the blueprint

[poppunklateatnight]

I would love to feel alive again, but I’m not used to change

Citizen - Sleep

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Abbilyn Zavgorodniaia

[shisasan]

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[thirst]

[unrequitedlov-e]

Confusion is my primary emotion.

Does she love me?

Is my brain telling me the truth?

Will this work?

I often wonder of the life I will live. I think of life, I think of death, I think of you. Why must you treat me this way?

Why must I stop being human to get you to love me?

Confusion, you see? With no answers in sight.

Blame. Blame. Blame.

“This is your fault!” “Your crazy!” “You’re obsessed!”

Have you ever thought, maybe I am still a child, in many ways I still hurt like a child.

I had no one to hold me, to coddle me, to protect me from the outside world. NO!

Pain, confusion, prosecution!

“Ashley Bree, your experiences will make you. You will learn from your mistakes.”

Have I?

Have I?

Or are all my mistakes masked behind something greater?

I thought you loved me. Me.

Silly me, you always think they love you, don’t you?

Are they masked? Is this my own personal showing?

Confusion, you see?

[buttonpoetry]

“I have long since forgiven your lies. I have long since forgiven my body for failing, for breaking. Maybe forgiveness is transitive.”

— Jared Singer, from Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction