It’s suffocating,
loud and exhausting.
It’s a downward spiral
And I let myself fall
In the rabbit hole.
A space of my heart,
Locked away.
For oh so long.
You knew about it
And you question
The small confine
Where you belong.
You hold the power
Over me
No one ever had,
Will ever have.
Am I just
Punishing myself?
Not making peace
With the choice
I’ve made.
How come
You don’t want me
In your life?
When I will
Welcome you
In my arms
A thousand times.
I am done not knowing where I should go or where I should be. I’m exhausted of thinking what I should do or what the future would bring. I’m admitting it tonight, that someone like me is as broken as a shattered glass. But I am also picking it up, little by little. Even if I had to touch every broken part of me. I am admitting that I cannot be repaired or be put together for now. And I think it’s okay. I may be hurting but I am also trying. Surviving. Breathing. I may not be living but at least I know what’s up and what’s not. Because I know, someday, if I might get clever or worse... get worse. But it’s still okay. I’m not hiding my broken parts anymore or denying every part of I am. They’re fragments of my life and they deserved to be acknowledged.
It’s what after of the aftermath of falling out. I wish it wasn’t with you.
Dreaming about you made my mind not to wake up from it.
More willing to let go than hold your hand.
Had to give myself a chance to live without you
It was a moment between the day and night, In between lunch and dinner time, It comes when you least expect it. But you just had to know, You have to keep going ;
“I found a life in you,
When I was barely living.”
1. Hello. 2. I miss you. 3. Can we talk? 4. I hope I’m not annoying you. 5. I want to see you. 6. Please tell me you’re doing fine. 7. I’m worried about you. 8. Let’s listen to our favorite song. 9. Do not let other people bring you down. 10. I hope you’re truly happy. 11. I love you. I really do. We started from 1 and I felt 11. Sometimes we do 8 with comforting silence. You used to remind me about 9. And I will always be grateful about everything we’ve had. Wherever you are, and whoever you’re with, please always remember 2, and 10.
ma.c.a // 4 but 7,3,5 and 6 : An Indirect Message From Me (via vomitingwords)
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