I spent all last night dreaming of you. And during it I remembered I forgot what it was like to kiss you. I forgot the feeling of your hand in mine. I spent so much time trying to get you that I forgot what it was like to have you. I remembered the words you said and the look in your eyes, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember the way your hand pressed against my skin.
I'm not easy to love, I understand that. I trip and fall and break my own heart. I'm broken and messy. I show my polished side while I'm at work, but in the quiet alone hours I let my thorns breathe. I try to be as kind and compassionate as I can, but sometimes I'm loud and crazy. Everyone has their darkness, I know, however mine is an abyss. A black hole that I don't want to suck you in to.
I need to give myself space to breathe. I need a moment to collect the pieces of myself that I dropped. I want you, but I can't have you and I am learning to live with that. These past couple of weeks I have felt emotions I never thought I would feel so quickly, and if I have learned anything in my life, it's that I need to learn to love slower. Find someone who makes my world better, not one who I make my world around.
I'll still feel things for you. But I need to learn how to live without you.
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Letters to You
PoetryThere are times when words fail, when we can try to speak but nothing but empty air comes out of our mouths. Holding these words in is dangerous, deadly even, because they never reach the surface and end up boiling over. In some ways, there are reas...
