how they make your heart ache and your bones freeze quick.

but oh, how they make you smile.

the memories of you are gone,

and I can no longer see your face

when i close my eyes and squeeze

i can see brief moments - postcards cemented in time -

the splay of your skin on sheets,

a strand or two of your hair,

falling out of line, masquerading

as problems before your eyes,

your tender cheeks, your smile,

an ear here and there,

the miles we ( Read more... )

I am out of words. Is this bad? (Y/N)

The wind picked up

And my body roared,

My throat closed up

As the waves broke wildly,

As the current carried you away from me,

And the sandy shore was then

Made barren, made desolate,

Emptied of you.

Choking back tears, holding

On to the memories

And the faint, dim pictures

In my mind ( Read more... )

"so if your lover should leave don't get too sad
and don't compose epic poems to win her back
'cause when your bird has flown, she'll never return home
though all your life you'll wait she never will return"

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It's nights like these when you need someone the most, but there's no one to be found.

"Love is a losing game..."

When a relationship ends, I swear to myself that I'll never fall in Love again.

When I inevitably do, I never want it to end.

This paradoxical cycle of love and unavoidable loss - these experiences are what you live for; they're what makes ( Read more... )

I wonder where you are

i miss you.

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And when I see you
I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around
Turns you around

If you feel discouraged
When there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover
It's really bursting at the seams
Absorbing everything
The spectrum's A to Z

This is fact, not fiction
For the first time in years
All ( Read more... )

i am lonely --

- wind the clock back,
wishing for a twister
and the great Return--
- Summer, Fall, the Love and the leaving
the underscore, the dash
linking what we used to be
to what we are no more

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i am lonely --

- wind the clock back,
wishing for a twister

Originally posted on boxofsecrets.vox.com