Everyone wants the kind of love that gives this breathless visceral impact.
But, pain doesn’t look as mesmerizing as they do on screen. There’s no need to romanticize it.
was when he disappeared overnight like his feelings had. And, the time I stumbled onto the porch from her push. I heard the lock turn and laughed the saddest love into the freezing air. Now I hang up dried roses on the bad frames because at least when I’m shivering, the petals fall to dry my tears.
was the way he told me the exact moment he fell in love. And, the times I caught myself smiling like an idiot as I replay back the one time she said I made her proud. Living in those moments are not easy, the bitter aftertaste lasts for days and I can’t help visiting the night I named Lonely. Lonely watched me dissociate in a call with a helpline stranger. Lonely knew I lied thanking him for the call. Lonely saw the vacancy in my eyes as my voice warms, saying I am much better and claiming all I need is a little more sleep.
was how his tears fell and he brushed it off saying it was just for show but I know her impulsivity had us all clutching our hearts in her presence. Truly a master at exhausting my heart, I’ve become so capricious.
Everyone wants the kind of love that gives this breathless visceral impact. All I want is someone who can bring the calmness of the morning sun, the warmth of the afternoon moon and the comfortable silence of the night stars.