The sky was beautiful tonight and I wish you could have seen it, but you’re beyond reach and there are more people missing from my heart then I had counted in the sky.
Category: Originals
#70
Change will come in time. Everything takes time.
But until then we just have to make the best out of it.
There really isn’t anything else we could do.
Hold on my dear
YOU DIDN’T
HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING MEAN.
‘WHY CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU’
BUT I KNOW THAT YOU UNDERSTAND THAT,
IT IS JUST THAT YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW IT.
YOU DON’T WANT TO BE THE ONE TO BLAME,
THAT I MIGHT BE HURTING.
AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE,
BUT YOU MAY NEVER EVER BLAME ME
THAT I STILL WRITE ABOUT YOU.
If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die – Mik Everett
#69
You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t
every time I say your name
‘stop before it is too late’
‘you aren’t in love’
‘we will never be together’
‘stop before it is too late’
As I try to bite my tears away I can taste the blood of my bottom lip, and I wash it away with alcohol. I have piles of empty winebottles at my backdoor, the door which isn’t locked anymore, because I’m still waiting for you to come back. My head is aching from the hangover, and all of the ones before. I thought it would help me forget your name, but I ended up forgetting mine first. My fingers have bruised from all of the writing, I still send you letters, but you stopped replying, you never did. I have nothing left of you, but every time I stare at the stars they call out your name. I see you everywhere I go, I can’t help but to look for you. Like a lost child desperate for his mother I look around me but nobody can bring me home again. I never felt home before I laid my head on your chest. I can still recall the way your heart beats like it was mine. But it never was mine. And that is why it hurts so bad. It hurts like raw cotton on burned skin. It is unbearable to think that I’ll never see you again. You were like early dandelions in the wintercold. You were brave and you we’re so strong. I has been an absolute privilege to walk by your side for a moment. A moment in which I finally felt warmth in my lungs again. But now it has blackened and I can’t breathe anymore. I cough up the ashes every time I say your name.
‘stop before it is too late’
‘she won’t hear you’
‘she never cared, she doesn’t need you’
‘fine’
I thought that it would be ‘fine’, or at least ‘okay’, but it wasn’t ‘fine’ nor ‘okay’, it was fucking terrible. It was this aching and persistent pain which I couldn’t get a hold of. It was the kind of heart break that leaves you wondering.. why why why why. And you’ll never get an honest answer so you begin blaming yourself. And when you begin blaming yourself you’re starting to realize that it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t my fault that she decided to leave. I was never the one to blame for the fact that we’re not speaking to each other anymore. I tried, I tried my best to make things work. I tried to give her space, I respected her feelings and her fears. But what I didn’t respect was the fact that I was never given a chance. She knew. She knew after all that it wouldn’t last longer than three weeks. Because she would give up and walk away. She would do anything to protect herself from being hurt again. She would rather keep her guards than to accept my love for her. Because I had so many stories about the stars in her eyes, but they dimmed on a cloudy evening. Because I had so many things I wanted to show her, but now I look for her in every crowded room. Because I had so many words I wanted to give to her, and now I spill them like red wine on a tablecloth.
#68
I forgot what heartbreak felt like but then I met you and I couldn’t breathe for days
The overthinking 