Dont deserve this ghost, but I hope she stays.
All your demons, oh I knew
Fought them off with a sword
Held you tighter when they pushed through
Now you rewrite the tale, blinded by rage
Paint me as nothing more than the villain,
Still taking up every page
You didn’t lose love, it’s still here. It still burns brighter than all the stars in the galaxy. Even on the darkest of nights – it’s still there.
I wonder how many more planes I’ll watch—flying overhead just before they touch down—until I stop hoping one would bring you back to me.
I wonder where I’ll go first,
I’ll hope forever that it’s to you.
It was always there, an ocean between us. But now? It feels like galaxies. Like I’m light years from home and can never find my way back.
My love for you is endless.
A labyrinth I work my way through,
with no desire for an exit.
It settles into my bones,
and I spend my days wandering,
exploring all the new and profound pieces of you.
Do you still think of me as you fall asleep?
Do you reach for me in the middle of the night
the way I still reach for you?
I’m drowning over and over,
and still praying the tide
will bring me back to you.
I’ve been inside my apartment for nearly five months now.
But I’ve never felt further away from home.
Love, after all, is the most elaborate method of self harm.
Dutch: something or someone who elicits comfort, a sense of calmness, warmth, safety, joy, and happiness.
It wasn’t the first word that came to mind when I tried to explain the way I feel when I’m talking to you.
No, the first word I thought of was home.
I’m quickly forgetting
what it’s like to feel
anything but this
You didn’t have to write them down,
For me to feel the impact of your words