My Shit Lives Here

I am a sucker for the almost

My eyes roll into the back of my head. I feel myself weightlessly fall backwards. Gravity rushes to catch me. My body goes limp, and my memories tuck me into another time.

When she smiled at me, for once I wasn't a victim or a mental illness or a fuck up or one of my millions of mistakes. I was hers.

In the ambivalent silence you left, I am journeying through the turmoil of learning who I am without you.

As I plead to the heavens above, remind me what it felt like when she held me.

Love is simply, well, I'll get back to you on that one.

There is no words in any language that can romanticize grieving. It is simply ugly.

you ever catch yourself in a habit you got from someone you don't have in your life anymore and its like your body can't let go of them. and its like damn. wow. stop that.

i tried so hard to protect you, that i forgot to protect myself.