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Letting GoLoosen your grip on reality,
Now let go.
Slip away without regrets.
Bad days roll in and out,
but they will pass eventually.
Because there is light.
I will let you go someday,
but not now.
Now I need the memory of you to help carry me through.
But it's hard.
And I can't do it alone anymore.
Breaking down each day,
my burdens getting heavier with each passing moment.
My blood is thinning and I can't shed anymore.
So let me shed my tears instead,
It seems its all I have to give.
reach for my hand and help me out of this place I cannot rescue myself from.
Always YouIt's always you.
You were the reason I was happy
Days of feeling comfortable
In my skin,
Of knowing I was good enough,
If only for a while.
And only for a while it was.
You were why I was smiling
So many smiles.
Feelings I'd forgotten abound,
And now it's like we never mattered.
You were the reason I could sleep
My only source of dreams.
No more nightmares,
Fears fought away
Cradled in hopes,
My only form of safety
Found in your voice.
A voice I'm afraid I'll one day forget.
Now you're why I'm confused
So lost in my own feelings.
Back and forth,
On and off,
Love me now,
Love me not,
Wanting all my trust,
Dizzy with the choices.
How can I be sure of you if you're not sure yourself?
Now you're why I'm scared
Wearing thin these paths
In my heart
Without ever really leaving,
Just leaving me broken
And oh-so guarded again.
You rebuilt my old walls
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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