Maybe you weren’t sad, maybe you were just empty but you were something. That something ate you alive and almost took me too. When you tasted alcohol and felt the burn down your throat. You felt something. When you inhaled that smoke and felt the warmth fill your lungs. You felt something. And from that point on you thought you found your soul mates. The ones who could fill you all the way to the brim. The ones who’s touch made you forget the bullshit. You started to kiss girls and put your hands up their skirts. You started to undress girls and put your hands around their throat. You kissed me like you felt something. Like I meant something. So you kissed me until you took all my breath.
(around 7 years and I finally finished+found closure within this piece. I hope no one ever feels as deeply as I do and if you do I hope you find peace)
<p>It’s you. I want to scream and shout it’s you. you. you. How is it possible for it to feel like I’ve loved you a lifetime and for that not to be reciprocated? How is it fair for one person to completely fall for another and it not be returned? Tell me how it is fair for me to want to give you my heart and soul and all the poems my tongue could bear and for you to plug your ears? I swear our souls have touched before but why is it only I who can remember? How can I be so sure of something only to live life knowing it just doesn’t work. That no matter how badly I wish we fit into each other lives we just have to watch as we pass by.
What would this pain ever teach someone?
This is a suffering I wish I never endured, this kind of suffering almost makes me wish we never did meet. (almost)</p>
