//2:38 am
i don't really like the month of march. march to me is supposed to be filled to the brim with love and colors and happiness and fun. this year march has none of them . this year march is dark and sad and dreadful and i feel no love. the only thing i see is gray. the only thing i feel is gray. stuck in limbo again. i haven't reached the worst of it yet. as the days crash by and land in the pile of forgotten hours, my heart fills with regret and nostalgia. the closer i am to the 23rd, the more it hurts. it would have been two years. it should be two years. i want two years. i miss you immensely and it only gets harder as the seconds click. i don't want to go through this month without you, it feels so foreign. we spent two marches together. our first march was when we first started dating. our second march was full of the purest love, a year together. i never would have guessed we only had four months left together after that. i thought our love was set in stone. we were supposed to be forever. i didn't know that your idea of forever only lasted a year, four months, and a day. i have missed you for seven months and 7 days so far. i don't like march.
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tears turned to ink
Poesíapieces of my thoughts and heart sewn together and melted down for me to write about trigger warning: everything
