“Nobody wants to hear this, but sometimes the person you want most, is the person you’re best without.”
— B.J
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@writingsforher
“Nobody wants to hear this, but sometimes the person you want most, is the person you’re best without.”
— B.J
God rest my soul
I miss who I used to be
The tomb won't close
Stained glass windows in my mind
I regret you all the time
I can't let this go
I fight with you in my sleep
The wound won't close
I keep on waiting for a sign
I regret you all the time
I MISS WHO I USED TO BE THE TOMB WONT CLOSE STAINED GLASS WINDOWS IN MY MIND I REGRET YOU ALL THE TIME
I never told you this, but sometimes I just sit there and imagine all the little scenarios of us in my head. Basic things like watching movies, cuddling, doing late night food runs, have deep conversations, and taking random trips. I just miss you and want to be with you.
Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″
— Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay
[text ID: When I desire you a part of me is gone.]
— Richard Siken, Wishbone
[text ID: I’m battling monsters, I’m pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say I’ll give you anything but you never come through.]
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Lyrics of Edna St. Vincent Millay; "Interim"
The worst pain is still being in love with someone but not being with them. Having to love them from a distance. Having to close the chapter you never wanted to end.
Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod, Traci Brimhall
- benedict smith, i wish i wrote the way i thought
“i still love you. you know that right? i always did, probably always will. lord knows i was never good at letting things - or people - go.”
-and other things i’ll never tell you. c.r.