dear you,

saw you yesterday at price chopper. walked by without saying a word. got to the parking lot, started hyperventilating. sat down in my car, started sobbing. not a thing in the world could ever make me feel any differently about you than i did 5 years and 8 months ago. and when we stopped talking 1 year and 3 months ago, it broke my heart. exactly 1 year ago today you texted me to see how i was doing, i was in disney and when i got your text it brought me to my knees, literally. i didn’t respond, but now i am. i won’t text you, but i still remember your number by heart. so here is my response, a day late and a dollar short: i’m doing horribly. i miss you terribly. and i wish i knew how to make you need me. i wish i knew how to be what you need. besides a piece of ass. and you were wrong, the next guy? he isn’t better than you, he can’t even measure up. i don’t think he’s one tenth of the man you have the capability of being, the person you were sometimes. i wish we were good, because baby when we were good we were great. now i don’t exist in your world and the ghost of you lives on in mine, you haunt my heart. happy halloween my only love. maybe someday our paths will entwine again.

forever me xoxo



Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows—pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.
On a Dream by John Keats (via the-final-sentence)
[I hurry home as though someone is there waiting for me.
The night collapses into your skin.] I am the rain.
Kazim Ali, from “Rain” (via the-final-sentence)

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On certain nights, the moon turns our lawn
into green acrylic where we sip Syrah and mint tea
until all we know is the sound
of our breathing among the whispering leaves.
David Dominguez, from “Wedding Portrait” (via the-final-sentence)

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