This is what it means to be a nostalgic person? Having your memory clear and hazy as ever 21:28
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
I miss sitting here and talking to you in the dark. There were no lamps then 21:51
I don't speak of you. I can't bring you back with endless words. You still love me in the back of my mind. I move through in blind hope. I've learned to live without you, finally. But I'd love for you to be here still 23:30
Bits of songs from back then creep up to me 23:36
I try to piece your face together in my mind. The eyes are the clearest, voice faded mostly. Maybe when I have it I'll be filled with the immense relief I'm grasping for. I want to see you. With anyone or just walking by but i need to see you. Don't you want to? Hardly any closer but I'll take it. I'm this pathetic small hopeful helpless thing now I won't be able to look you in the eye without breaking but I just really need to see you 23:49
feb 29
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Cool from your mouth on the back of my neck. Some places feel emptier 00:04
I'm in the palm of your hand I'm begging for you to crush the life out of me but you won't. You won't you won't you won't you won't you won't you won't you just won't 00:07
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
I wanted it gone. I really did want to let go of it but it wouldn't let go of me. I'm not holding onto it, I don't want it in me anymore. I mean, I am holding onto it. But I don't want to, I only once thought I was keeping it close on purpose. Love with all the gentle vulnerable unselfish selfish difficult crushing creating soft burning things it should be, becomes blotted with anger and shame and questioning. Questioning if your love is real at all or just sickness and obsession because your head is ?????. Or is it that when love touches you it becomes sick and rotten and stuck to your skin and filthy filthy filthy
Can you love more than one thing? Is there any left? Any love left other than your pretense because you'd hate to let them see you as a loveless sick thing 10:24
