#writeforus

they say that if my thoughts are strong enough it'd transmit to you and manifest in a visual form so i'm sorry. i'm sorry if you wake up late at night, troubled and confused. that was me trying to make a dream contact with you. i don't mean to disturb your sleep. i just want to remind you i'm still here.

i'm sorry you had to fill the crevices of my broken heart just so i won't be emptied of love again. i emptied you instead.

i can still picture you touching me in places no one else ever had. i imagine you kissing me like i was water, and you were a lonesome traveller who have ran out of supplies. i cling onto these memories but they are only silver strands of what once was, a poignant blur of the night i turned nineteen. and i know memories like they are my friends — they evanesce as quickly as they manifest.

i'm sorry if your name still wanders between the margins of my unsent letters to you. i'm sorry i wrote you in a miscellany of old and new poems. it's the only way i know to cope with your absence.

there are times when i feel unloved, as if all the universe conspired against me. i think of you and suddenly i am happier — just in a sad kind of way.

i understand that you're happy without me but i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i still want you.

in my dreams, hope has been keeping me company — that someday you will be back, that our story is not over yet, that i can continue holding on to you, to us. but then i wake up and layers after layers of realization and sadness blanket me. how am i supposed to hold on to something that already let me go?

youy uou yout yoy yi8 ypu yiu YoU.

good night, good night, good night. i will embrace my pillows tight and pretend they're warm enough. good night, good night. i hope to wake tomorrow feeling... good — even without you by my side — night.

🕯It is the snow that makes Christmas magical. It’s the laughter of kids, the lights that brightens the streets. The smell of fresh baked cookies, and the gifts under the tree. How I would love a book and a hot chocolate while buried under my blanket. 🕯

I can’t stress the importance of writing things down! Carry that notebook around and get to writing! Please share with others ! And follow my other social handles on twitter and instagram @rahkimsabree

I told you that

I love you and

You told me that

Talking to me was

Like talking to a wall--

And suddenly,

It was like

I had never

Felt heartbreak