You left me and I fell even harder. Now I'm in love with the idea of someone who would have me.
m.e.
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You left me and I fell even harder. Now I'm in love with the idea of someone who would have me.
m.e.

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You robbed all the flowers from my fragile hands and madly lit them on fire.
now iām here alone and i donāt know what to do my arms pulling your phantom limbs around me to hold me tight all through the night, as you always used to do i miss you i miss the way you loved me just right so tender the way youād always carry the groceries the way youād cook *exactly* the food i wanted even if we didnāt have the ingredients the way youād go to the end of the earth and back to get me a book signed by my favorite poet ...the way youād drop everything at midnight to come hold me. iāve been dreaming of this for so long to let it go feels like anathema feels like throwing away the holy grail after a lifetime of searching. what is more painful than lying here knowing your big big love will be directed now at someone else?
Shutting the door; a memoir
āI am doing just fine without you.ā
Should be the most painful thing you should ever have to hear.Ā
Witnessing that someone has moved on to the satisfactory sunsets, better people to gaze upon;
this should be the reason your heart breaks in the middle of a long night when you rest your eyes upon their vacant pillow,
it should be why you miss them at odd times of the day in the middle of a coffee shop,
it is why you canāt breathe when the familiar scent of them passes you by in a corner store and you canāt help but search for them until the skies grow distant.
And you wonder why they just couldnāt meet you halfway
āI have moved on.ā
Should be something you feel oceans tumble over, not their lips
They are the words you hear before a chest is emptied of their anonymity.Ā
As you try to picture their body against anotherās,
in a different bed with different sheets of aĀ
different lover.
You realize
This is something you, a month ago, never thought you would hear even in the light of day
It crossed your mind a few times at night as you lay awake peering through your curtains at the blurry street lights, as you wondered,
āCould I be free?āĀ
But the sun never rose on a different horizon
You were always in love, even if it were captivity for just a few hours of the night.
You never anticipated the walls crumbling.
You were only a mountain in their horizon.Ā
And you cannot reverse it. They are gone.Ā
They have moved onto stronger mountains, the powerful ones
Ones that can hurt them
Oh, and how you hope that they do
You hope that they grab them by the neck and strangle them against every earthly planet and every indestructible wind.Ā
By God, you pray they hear what broke your heart on that night months ago
You hope the sheets and the bedframe they rest in collapses into a void of burning, broken soullessness, black enough to crush their bones into dust and build them back together, but this time with the thoughts of you and not the faceless creature that pries their clothes off in the singing night.Ā
Thoughts just strong enough,
to miss you.Ā
poor boy
poor boy,
did you really think iād allow you to come back inside my home?
poor boy,
you gave me so many memories.
poor boy,
you played your games and had your own audience view them.
poor boy,
your hands left pin points on my body,
do you really think i need the blueprints without you there?
you didnāt cherish what you had,
poor,
stupid,
boy.
too bad that means you donāt get it once itās gone.
fuck you, poor boy.

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Spring
Someday Iāll forget the way I tied spring with the memories of you, but not today.
All around I see signs of winter fading away. The brittle tree branches are hardening again, ready to support the new leaves. There are flowers everywhere again, resplendent in their vibrant glory. The birds are chirping all around, the earth has come to life again. All around I see sign of winter fading away ā just as I can see your affection for me fading away.
You see, I always thought weād be the exceptions to every rule that said love doesnāt actually persevere. Maybe I just didnāt factor in the fact that human nature is actually every bit as fickle as everyone tells it to be. I looked in your eyes last spring, which always made me feel warm all over, and I hoped what we had would be enough.
But last spring gave way to the harsh summer, and one by one, the seasons changed. And so did we, but how could I not have seen the changes? It made me realise how blinded people become to the finer nuances of someoneās personality when theyāre in love. How you make excuses for the things he does that hurt you. Believing heās in love and just āannoyedā is what your heart wants to hear, instead of facing up to the fact that maybe heās just falling out of it.
Itās springtime and everyoneās happy the bipolar weather is finally settling down, but thereās a greater turmoil within me and youāre the cause. You were the sun, but now youāre turning into dark thunderstorms which are doing no good to me.
Stay, my heart says.
I think itās time to leave, my mind says.
What will I do without you?, my heart says.
Itās time to discover me without you, my mind says.
Maybe someday Iāll be strong enough to let my mind triumph over my heart, but not today. Just because itās time to let you go doesnāt mean itās a decision Iām happy with.
Someday Iāll forget the way I tied spring with the memories of you, but not today.
I struggle to detach the memories of what you once meant to me but your silhouette clings on to every patch of my skin it can hold on to.