(no subject)
Do I miss you?
I keep making this kissy noise when I pout my lips. It reminds me of you. But also it reminds me of peppering you with kisses only to trickle the sensitive skin of your beautiful cheeks erupting giggles enough to wake a thousand fairies from their untimely dusting. To dance around with us in our bubble of happiness and love.
That’s not a fairy tale.
That’s just the love we had for each other.
And maybe you hung up with me today because you couldn’t stand the thought of saying goodbye to me
Knowing someday we will drift off far enough apart that each conversation is not just an extension of the last one but their is such a break in our lives that goodbye is the ending that we’ve been needing.
I don’t know
I’m trying to hard not to know
To dig in.
I know I really don’t have time or energy to give you so I can’t tease you with that release. But I hope we’re in the same boat if only because I won’t feel so alone.
I burn, I pine, I parish
I was not lying
Feel so lonely.
Reminding myself of all the parts I need to remove you from to be a person alone.
It’s a lonely task with only whispers of things I hope you remember.
The people I mentioned
The experiences we had
I know they were not original
But I ache over the possibility that I would be missed
As if I have not taken enough of your kindness and care to continue to be self centred.
But if not it is only a reminder of what I have lost. And how different we are
I wrote these things a while ago after our first second or third breakup. Which ones lasted more than a day or a week? I never thought we’d be able to keep our selves apart. 2 magnets bending in force to touch, to cling, to emesh
few more things that happened 2 weeks after we broke up
I realized a few more things that I was holding places for you.
I had my first orgasm without you.
But now I can’t really even masterbate without you. But you’re with me when you’re do.
I keep making this kissy noise when I pout my lips. It reminds me of you. But also it reminds me of peppering you with kisses only to trickle the sensitive skin of your beautiful cheeks erupting giggles enough to wake a thousand fairies from their untimely dusting. To dance around with us in our bubble of happiness and love.
That’s not a fairy tale.
That’s just the love we had for each other.
And maybe you hung up with me today because you couldn’t stand the thought of saying goodbye to me
Knowing someday we will drift off far enough apart that each conversation is not just an extension of the last one but their is such a break in our lives that goodbye is the ending that we’ve been needing.
I don’t know
I’m trying to hard not to know
To dig in.
I know I really don’t have time or energy to give you so I can’t tease you with that release. But I hope we’re in the same boat if only because I won’t feel so alone.
I burn, I pine, I parish
I was not lying
Feel so lonely.
Reminding myself of all the parts I need to remove you from to be a person alone.
It’s a lonely task with only whispers of things I hope you remember.
The people I mentioned
The experiences we had
I know they were not original
But I ache over the possibility that I would be missed
As if I have not taken enough of your kindness and care to continue to be self centred.
But if not it is only a reminder of what I have lost. And how different we are
I wrote these things a while ago after our first second or third breakup. Which ones lasted more than a day or a week? I never thought we’d be able to keep our selves apart. 2 magnets bending in force to touch, to cling, to emesh
few more things that happened 2 weeks after we broke up
I realized a few more things that I was holding places for you.
I had my first orgasm without you.
But now I can’t really even masterbate without you. But you’re with me when you’re do.