I know she’s skinny and i know she’s pretty but does she speak those soft and funny words like i once did. Does she make you believe in yourself as you talk about your plans for your future at 10 pm over the phone. Their isn’t enough of her to fill the empty holes in you, nor do i wish she would. You deserve those small ingrains in your heart and mind that once were filled with my smiles and words. Feel that for me, Mourn that of me, because i'm not coming back, and she will never leave.

I'm restless with the power and creativity stirring beneath the surface of my too damaged skin. It unsettles me as much as the waves clash with the moon and both them and me are pulled and pushed, pulled and pushed. i can only hope that my soul is strong enough to break the chains of sorrow and pain, for i fear ill burn myself out before my soul sees the light of day.

For the days when your mind is week and the only safe place is your room. For the days when your forehead is creased and the world feels heavy on your chest. It’s okay. Sometimes hiding away is your own way of surviving. So go easy on yourself, because showing yourself compassion is one of the hardest jobs in keeping yourself afloat .

we met. we talked. I fell, but you didn't. As i lay on the now cold floor of my love for you, i'm starting to feel anger towards my heart for letting me believe, even for a second. I don't need answers anymore nor do i want to here what you have to say. I'm moving on. It may be slow or not seem at all to you, but i just don't have it in me to wait for you anymore. I may never entirely get over you in my head, but my heart knows it's worth and strength, and we don't wait for anybody.

It's like i love him but i don't dream of kissing him anymore. I can't stand the thought of loosing him but we can go time without talking. He's a soulmate, but not all at once. I can live without him, but with him the world just makes that little more sense and i feel just that little more whole. He's the only person i can image having silence with and not feeling anxious. It doesn't really matter that he never texts me first or doesn't understand a certain part of me, i just know he's there. I'm not afraid to face him because his judgment or anyone else's doesn't affect the way i feel. And finally i think i'm starting to realise what love is. It's feeling comfortable, it's feeling brave, it's feeling me, with him.