i look forward to the darkness and the quiet. even though i am scared of it, that is the only time i feel something.
i wish you were laconic. you aren’t. you just don’t care.
someday this same version of me will come sprinting back to my memory. only then will i see that her heart is out of her chest and she’s beginning to bleed out.
as the dust settles, all i see is a mutilated version of who i used to be.
the woman after me will see my poem engraved in your head, and the scars i left on you from clawing my way out of your wrath. only then will she realize she is far gone.
i can feel myself falling. and i have never ever been happier.
you told me i was cruel. all i said was that you were the loss of my life. why would i lie to you? i don’t think i am capable of it.
i know that one day you’ll be a distant memory, but right now our love is as bright as the dawn.
i know that you’re not wasting time stuck in an endless cycle. i know you clawed your way out.
i feel so terribly lost. and in that state i wrote only two sentences.