Sometimes...this is all you need.
Do yourself a favor. Sound up. Enjoy.
Sometimes trying to remind yourself that a new love-interest won't help is like trying to convince a diabetic that even a little sugar is bad for them.
The nature of our relationship was not one born of lust or desire. It was irrational, illogical, and instinctual.
Ours is a connection, a magnetism, two polarized forces turned to attract the other. It is an orbit born of gravity and inertia, a centripetal force between us two constantly keeping our centers inseparable.
I felt you in my chest, beneath my sternum, and in my gut, between the hollow of my ribs. I feel the place where our souls used to dance like a giant's fist has ripped out my insides.
I want to scream, and everytime silence finds me, crawls inside me all I hear is my broken voice screaming your name until my lungs ache and my throat bleeds and my blood drips from the corners of my mouth and all I taste is salt.
I have lost the desire to numb myself because I know there is nothing that will numb me. Anything I do will crank my ribs open and lay everything I no longer have bare for anyone to see. It is a dark bloody husk inside my chest with shriveled lungs and a bruised heart that kept beating for you and believed in your promises and aspirations.
My grief is unmatchable, it refused to grow and move, I remain stuck now as I have for the past two munths; in firm denial.
Our connection is irrational, illogical...
And now so am I.
Today's not really different.
Just another fucking day.
Wake up, get dressed, go to work and wait.
Waiting is what got me here
Waiting for something impossible to happen.
We should have left the first time you asked me.
But you wanted me to finish college,
Wanted me to follow my dreams.
Too bad you couldn't summon the strength when you most needed it
To keep holding on for me.
I had hoped you'd do it for yourself,
But clearly
Neither of those were enough.
Laughter feels good for about 3 seconds.
Then melancholy quickly plummets into despair and longing.
Must ignore
Must push back
d o n t t h i n k a b o u t i t
Amazing. Nothing unusual there.
Today is harder than any day I ever thought I'd bare;
It's even harder cause I'm surrounded by people who do not care.
They may care about me and the pain that runs through,
But they are perfectly incapable of actually missing you.
I feel that you're still out there though it does feel far away;
How am I supposed to accept that you have gone a different way?
I've loved and fought for so long I don't know how to stop,
And it's even fucking harder to finally give up.
I worshipped you, I prayed for you, I fell down to my knees
Hopin' and prayin' for a life we fought to see;
But now you've taken your own life and brought it to an end;
I thought that at the very least I'd find a way to call you friend.
I thought I had accepted that our love just couldn't be,
But what I failed to realize was how strong you were still holding on to me.
I was holding onto hope for us harder than any drug I've had,
Even though I knew that any ending would only turn out bad.
But this was not an end that I'd ever thought I'd see,
Now you're gone and taken every single piece of me.
Thinking about a future without you used to fill me with feelings of dissatisfaction.
Now, with no other options, it fills me with grief. A dread so deep, you almost don't want to.
I really don't want to...
Envisioning a future, a happy future, without you is more difficult for me than imagining I am a dragon or a shrimp. It feels empty and fake; a blank page covered in brand-name stamps.
Today is hard and horrible; my wounds gaping and sore. Every moment brings another knife of memory from before.
Anger pulses through me followed by crippling sadness. I feel nothing but my own craving for madness.
I'd give anything, everything, just to go back; just to wake up hung over after New Years again.
I would do so much different, and so much the same, but in the end my only goal would be to save you.
You: passionate, loyal, brave and kind. Cursed and playful with a magnificent mind.
It's almost been two months and I still cannot see how there is any possibility that you gave up on me.
Yesterday was hard, today is much the same. My sobriety is one of the few things I have left that are purely good and I am happy to say that just for today I feel happy being and staying sober. I just keep reminding myself that things will get better.
And if they don't, we'll at least I can look forward to the end.
I am what gazes back. Don't worry, it's just chaotic in here!
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