In my mind we're sharing this cigarette while passing it hand to hand... But then I remember that you're not really here... And it falls right into the sand.
If you still read my words... I've labeled these past two years as emotionally chaotic and bountiful in mistakes. Although the majority of these situations overflowed with beneficial life lessons, there's one painful regret that I can't let go of. I regret that in my fucked up attempts to cope with my own traumas, I … Continue reading MJL
We both know the ending. I won't find you nor will you find me.
Now I know that you can be ten minutes away or ten hours away... And I still won't know the difference.
You aren't here with us to pass around your stories, So we speak to each other as if you are dead. You'll never know the impact you had upon us, And it hurts to believe we'll never see you again.
I'm realizing that all those mannerisms and questionable traits you had have now been absorbed by me. So it's like you're still here. Even though you can't be.
Sun-bleached boards and weathered planks parted those sandy dunes... And they carried the thoughts and solemn footsteps... That once belonged to me and you.
When you come to mind air becomes non-existent. I'm just left gagging and gasping from an invisible hand that only releases enough to prevent my complete suffocation. But still I think of you.
If I close my eyes and hold my breath, I can imagine myself back besides you. Within that moment I'm backfloating in your scent, drowning in your touch, and backstroking in your presence. But as soon as I relax and try to take a breath, I'm sucked back into the present... Once again left only … Continue reading Drowning
You have become my mind's daily ritual. My silent reminder and sobering remembrance of everything I must now miss.