sad

Never knew the word Goodbye could scatter my heart into pieces. Just 1 word, could made me cry over you.

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

Some days I wonder if I stopped writing about him, if I__ love him a little less.

I see you in every passing moment.

But could words bethe end of me?

My months are spent preparing for the fall.

I'm accustomed to toxicity and can__ control myself when I__ near it.

He said he was going to fix everything and I believed him. But I believed him before and again some. And I guess I got lost in the resentment of disbelief.

I__ floating. I__ flowing. I__ loving, but I__ going.

I believe we were right for each other, but not in that moment, which perhaps hindered any possibility of a future.

We were one, even in the darkest corner.

Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.

You don__ get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it__ yours and no longer theirs.

Who knows if you__e alive anymore, but better yet, who knows if I__ even alive anymore?

I think if we stop running towards broken arms, we__ all be just fine.

His love was a poison: soft and loveable, hideous yet touchable.

Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.

Wrote you a poem or two. You didn__ enjoy them, but I did for you.