It’s so sweet
dreaming of you
then waking up in your arms
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It’s so sweet
dreaming of you
then waking up in your arms
I remember the call. It was morning, maybe 10. I had just woken up after going to see Post Malone the night before. Danielle called me, she said she heard you killed yourself. She wasn’t sure how true it was. I couldn’t believe it. It didn’t want to believe it. I called you. Four times. I texted you. I begged for it not to be true. But I didn’t get a response, I’ll never get a response.
It’s been one year and 358 days. This week is hard. I’ve been preparing. Trying to get in the right mental space to be able to deal with the pain again.
He wraps his arms around me, kissing my shoulder, then my neck, then my back. We listen the rain though the open windows of my bedroom. Every now and then a cool breeze brings in the smell of summer nights, even though it’s only May. As he pulls me closer the lines between our bodies blur, I don’t know where I start and he ends. I push away the thoughts that this night will soon turn to morning and he’ll leave again. Every time he leaves he takes my heart with him. I’ll count the days until his bright smile lights me up again, until I can feel the electricity of his touch against my skin.
You make months feel like minutes
I’ll never get sick of waking up next to you
I was going to write about you
But I think I’ll go to sleep instead
You pull me into you,
As if the closer I get,
The slower time will move.
We only have these nights together
Scattered between months
Spent sleeping in different beds.
So I hold on it this moment
With open eyes and white knuckles
Afraid that if I blink you’ll slip away
You make me want to believe in good things again
You remind me the sun always rises
And you hold me when it feels like it won’t
I’ve been in the arms of many
but no ones held me quite like you
I remind myself everyday
to be gentle
with myself, with others
Practice makes perfect
My voice cracked as
I sobbed “please,
Don’t leave me alone”
I wish my mind wasn’t so fucked up all the time.
I thought this year
Would bring me the freedom
I’ve dreaming of, but instead
I feel stuck.
“My heart was wondering where you’ve been”
— Zac Brown Band
“You’re nothing like anyone I’ve ever met. You make me want to enjoy my life again.”
You make me want to believe
That love still exists
Opening up and letting you in is
Really fucking terrifying
damn mother nature thicc
now that’s a rock bottom i’m tryna hit
reading in head: i’m practically a master of linguistics my pronunciations are perfect beyond compare
reading aloud: *chokes on spit*