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Back to me.

It’s raining there because it’s time for you to leave. The rain is trying to wash you out. I wish it were that simple. I wish the rain would carry you back to me. I wish it would wash away the misery you’ve endured there, as well as my misery from being away from you.…

The way I fiercely love you.

I could fill hundreds of notebooks with words about you. If I didn’t know any better I would tell everyone I meet who you are and how much I deeply love you and miss you. And a better person would try to empathize with me. And they would tell me that they understand and then…

November 2nd.

I walked out the front door today and everything felt different. The leaves on ground weren’t bright or vibrant the way they were yesterday. The neighbors houses looked empty. The streets looked lonely. It’s like everyone else had finally realized that you were gone, and maybe I finally realized it too. As if they love…

another tussle with time.

I hate the tug and pull of time. There are times when I want the time to slow down, or stand still. Then there are times when I want the time to speed up. It’s almost exhausting to keep up with. But I’m sure time feels the same way. It would be awful to be…

Losing lover.

Why does she long for sweet kisses and soft touches? How couldn’t one feel unloved without the looks and feels of their dreams? But is that the only place our true needs can be met? Our dreams? Are such things our lover is not capable of only supposed to be met when we close our…

grudge.

I’m good at holding a grudge against you, especially when you’re not pressed against me. When my grudge holds onto you, it’s when you’re not holding onto me. Being pushed down, spoken down, looked down on, calls for being down, speaking down, looking down. Being tied to you, it’s hard to pull against you, yet…