#losing someone

[deadpoetneenzs]

[denimnan]

sitting here thinking of you

wishing you were here with me

i know you are not coming back

but i still wish you were

have so many things i want to tell you

feeling alone and sinking in my misery

screaming my heart out

hoping you can hear me

- N.R.K.

[leosdooley]

YOU JUST HAVE TO OUTRUN ME.

honoré de balzac, père griot // stephen king, it // stephenie meyer, twilight // merlin (2008-2012) // richard siken, crush // are you afraid of the dark?: ghost island // are you afraid of the dark?: curse of the shadows // jodi picoult, the pact

[stopitbehaveyourself]

Before the angels take you up to the sky,

Just give me one last look

Darling the hold you took.

[problematic-poetess]

Lost by losing you.

I feel so lost.

Some days I manage to live.

Only twinges of pain at the memories here and there.

Other days

Days like today

Its overwhelming.

It clenches my heart and drains air from my lungs.

It tightens my throat and erases any hope I have left.

On the days that I live

I feel guilty.

At the end of the day I’ll lie in my bed and feel guilty that I laughed at something funny. That I ate something I enjoyed.

That I spent time with a friend or a loved one and I was happy.

And when I look back on the time we spent together watching tv, or playing on our phones, not paying attention to one another.

I hate myself.

I hate myself for not appreciating it more.

Because I would give anything and everything to spend just one more moment with you.

To tell you how much I miss you.

To hold you close and tell you how much I love you.

How much you mean to me.

How much I wish I could see you one last time.

These are the things that I think about.

The things I wish I could Tell you.

The feelings that flood me with piercing agony and leave me feeling so broken and empty that every poem, book, song, movie and show depicting loss in such an aggressive and dramatically tragic manner makes sense.

Some days I live.

Other days I just survive.

I can never truly explain how much I miss you.

How much you mean to me.

How much of an impact you made on me.

You changed me for the better.

You were there when no one else was.

And now inexplicably you’re gone.

And it’s soul crushing.

Every part of losing you has shattered everything around me.

I’m lost without you.

I’m so lost by losing you.

[07-induraj]

City lights.

Once there was us

Running through the streets

In the middle of the night

And screaming our songs

You, I and pretty city lights

The strings were attached

From good morning to good night texts

And no one to separate us

Not even the devils

Or someone's black magic

But who knew there would be goodbye

Even before making our dreams come true

You did give me the best of you

But theirs no wonder

Time & mind can make you hopeless

And now that you're gone

I need you even more

In the those streets

In my notifications

To make our dreams come real

It ain't fair

That you won't be mine

And I am always yours

And I will carry our dreams

And you have to visit me in mine in sparkly nights

Written by 07-induraj

[romanceyour-ego]

“And in some ways I don’t want to let go of the pain.

It’s all I have left of you.”

[allisonzoeann-]

He told me I was the most lovely looking girl he’s ever seen. I found downloaded on my laptop a link of thousands of photos of ladies with zero likeness to me He said that he learned the lesson, laughed it off as i felt lonely. He had another lapse of judgement, and I dyed my long hair darker to not be a liability. He told me we can talk more and try therapeutic things. I tried to keep tabs of transgressions, only I would have no one to tell them to. He would turn the tables, take our troubles to others, something that I never thought to do. He would secretly tape me as if I was a traitor, while I didn’t know we were on different teams. He told me he could comfort me or show me compassion if I need him to back off. I tried to communicate an apology calmly during confrontation, coming off as cold and callous. He was content with being combative, committed to coerce me to combust. He followed me to the car, chastised me, called me crazy, and I was crying so hard I’d cough. He told me we could take pictures at the pumpkin patch. I know he’s plagued with bad memory, but refuses pen down any plans. He will never come home when he says, postponing promises because it’s prefered and he can. He perseveres without pause, and I was put in a place with a wristband and gown to match.

Allison Morgan

[wedarkacademia]

Wanda: It's just like this wave washing over me again and again. It knocks me down and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I can't… It's gonna drown me.

Vision: No. No, Wanda.

Wanda: How do you know?

Vision: Because it can't be all sorrow, can it? I've always been alone so I don't feel the lack. It's all I've ever known. I've never experienced loss because I've never had a loved one to lose. What is grief, if not love persevering?

[brainddeadd]

i think the thing about grief that no one can fully explain and no one who hasn't experienced it can fully understand is just how all consuming it is. how constant and unwavering it is. that even when you're doing good, the thought of them and how much you miss them is always there.

and that it's in the mundane things. the way you turn to tell them something and at the least second remember that they're not there. or you see something you think they'd like and go to buy it or send it to them, just to realise that they're gone.

[starryvomit]

“leaving the circus”

-S

[chosetobethisway]

Gray Is The Colour Of Grief

Gray is the colour of grief

I do not know how to feel

I do not know what to feel

Is it fair for me to be wounded?

I am not in a place to feel your absence

So I keep picturing you there

Before I realise you're a ghost

Then I do not know what to feel

I have no right to comfort them

I cannot feel the extent of their achromic vision

Or so they believe

But I cannot blame them

For they do not know what to feel

It's not funny anymore, how they joke about death

There is an innocence for they've never felt that loss

But if i were to reveal my ashen sight

They would not know what to feel

And I do not want that for them

Some days when I wake up, I have forgotten all troubles

I go about my work and smile with my good friends

And then I remember

And I feel forbidden to be happy

So then I do not know what to feel

I know its true, their incessant comforting

And there are days when I'm convinced

But gray is the colour of grief

I do not know how to feel

I do not know what to feel

[spitting-flowers-since]

I talk to you in my mind.

All the time

all the time

all the time

all the time

[gottsagtetanzt]

"It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew."

- Henry Rollins

[problematic-poetess]

You were my person.

You are my person.

You’ll always be my person.

The person i could say anything and everything to.

You were unparalleled.

You were amazing to me in every way.

you were my best-friend.

You are my best-friend.

I’ll never stop imagining what life would be like if you were here.

I’ll never stop wishing you were here.

I’ll never stop remembering every second we spent together.

I’ll never stop loving you.

I’ll never stop missing you.

[denimnan]

today marks the day when we first became friends

the memory still so fresh

we were shy when we met but we still kicked off well

it was fun and happy

exchanging contacts hoping that this friendship will bloom

it sure did beautifully

the continuous exchange of texts all day through the night

it was endless

from that day on our friendship just grew stronger

we were inseparable

but then came a storm and it changed everything

i lost you

now only having your memories to live by

- N.R.K.