| This can't keep happening love, respect and each moment I forget to breathe. fragile seconds of time where I plan out my words and abandon them given to you, as a child to take care of to raise to not resent it's parents those brief moments of intamacy challenged in our days
"A little less love, a little more common decency." |
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| you can keep covering yourself in ash all day
holding on to the places you've feared and holding them inside you
but it won't be too long until you look around
and realize that no one is holding you back any longer
and there's nothing standing in the way of you getting what you want
so don't be afraid. Just fucking do it.
- maybe I should take my own advice. |
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| I fear I've lost you, somewhere along the lines of me tearing my own life apart. I've been pulling at the seams for as long as I can remember, and you've never once turned away. You've seen me self destruct, you've been with me in my most intimate moments. I've carried your image, your words, and all the needless pain I've caused you each day that I wake up somewhere you're not. I took a picture last time, and it's still with me every day, staring back at me, your smile not knowing, or maybe not caring, what was going to happen. One day all of this will make sense, and I'll be able to rest without wondering who you're filling your time with. One day I'll be able to think that you're not wasting away years without me. But who am I to comment? I'm the one who's been calling all the shots, and you have every right to hate me, and hate how I've treated you, despite what my intentions are. There's no excuse for what I've done, and I should lose the right to call you a friend.
One day, I'll figure this all out, I swear. I just wish I was strong enough to do it today. |
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| Dear, I fear you've settled
and I don't think you'll be forgotten.
It's just the shape, but not the content you need
but you can't see it
and it's not going to get any easier
and if you can feel it
ask if there somewhere you'd rather be
One day, you'll wake up alone, and you'll see
do you still love me? |
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| For we can always see and feel
much that the people and old photos and newsreels
could not:
that their clothing and automobiles were old-fashioned
that their landscape lacked skyscrapers and other contemporary buildings
that their world was black
and white
and haunting
and gone.
- Robert Rosenstone
"Visions of the Past" |
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