please forgive me for the things i think when you're not here. my mind seems to wonder and the world seems to find me and this oblivion we call home has somehow forgotten to show me the way around.
god i just don't know how to breathe anymore and the silence and darkness that haunts me at night is frightening. i'm so tired all the time and when i give in to closing my eyes for a second those monsters seem to find me still.
i'm afraid of everything, even down to the shadow that follows me when i walk and it never seems to hinder- that thought i'm never safe. what seems to frighten me most is that one day i may kiss you and i never will again.
these voices just never seem to end, it's like a clock and time never seems to stop. the only thing that seems to make them simmer is the sound of your voice or the touch of our skin.
i'm sorry. for there are so many things i wish to tell you but i don't know how. things seem so worthless and you're the only one that seems to help. i'm sorry for the tears i'll cry tonight and never tell you about.
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forelsket
Poetryforelsket: the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love everything I have and will write about you
