“You don’t know distance until you’ve shared your bed with someone who’s falling out of love with you.”
— Beau Taplin
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Three week old ghost haunts me longer than I knew him,
and while my brain invalidates the pain,
abandoned hope leads to my wit’s end.
Our “situation” cut so short I never learned his mom’s name.
Even so I try to sort out all the why’s
and wonder if he feels some shame.
I’ve penned a dozen lines, so many lies he would mutter,
every excuse a sorry man could use,
but nothing justifies the sordid hunter.
Still I sank even lower when he never crawled back.
Questioned my worth like I’m no better than dirt,
and felt every nerve within me crack.
Then the pain began to shift to something much darker.
Anger ablaze convected through my veins
ensuring the healing only got harder.
Every soiled fragmented piece of me wanted to fight.
Your blatant disrespect, last time I checked,
gave my sore battered heart every right.
God, I hate how long it took for me to come to my senses.
Did therapy every other week,
like spring cleaning all my life’s messes.
Now it’s no longer worth my time to even the score.
If my friends ask me about the past -
well, I don’t believe in ghosts anymore.
~ Crystal | All Time Reverie
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I love this so much.
The conclusion is that I crave consistency.
But my organs are out to get me.
My brain claims I’m needy.
Text me, call me,
Love me, need me, want me.
And that’s all well and true but
If you over do it
I’ll get just as bored as if you
Ignored me too.
-SG
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wow.
Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
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😏😏😏
Not fanfic. But a line from my book.
“You are the reason Rowan isn’t here. That is your fault. This is all your fault, and there will never be a marriage between us.”
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i am basically a hopeless romantic with trust issues
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