I don’t know how to completely end things, it’s about time I learn.
I’d like to thank my sanity for speaking to my mania and tell it that I can’t handle his shit tonight. So now instead of it tearing it’s way through me the pain is sitting in front of me, drumming its fingers, it won’t touch me though, not yet, in the morning it will slither over me and cover every inch until I am nothing but pain but for now it is outside of me. I’ll enjoy this numbness while it lasts.
It always hurts more than you think it will.
And fuck does it hurt.
All the love songs
we were to dance to
hang limp in the air
dangling from the noose’s knot,
coiled by loss.
And all the days
yet to be greeted
by your morning kiss
will remain longing for lips
last touched
under the cover of night
for the sake of goodbye.
we were to dance to
hang limp in the air
dangling from the noose’s knot,
coiled by loss.
And all the days
yet to be greeted
by your morning kiss
will remain longing for lips
last touched
under the cover of night
for the sake of goodbye.
— Peyton A. Singh (via thepoetryandtheplot)
Love that is not madness is not Love.
— Pedro Calderón de la Barca (via musicfrommythology)
(via memoriesandreality)
I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.
