I long to be a ghost
to more than just a memory
to more than just your memory
My life is full of waste
wasted love
wasted grief
Pain without purpose
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
My dearest Jacob,
I miss you every second of every day, but today the abandoned misery can't be circumvent. I scream with the pained animalistic gurggle of a tourmented soul for which there is no healing. Oh how I wish I could call back the peace, the laughter, the solace of your present strength and faith. My weaknesses are magnified in your absence, a burden I shoulder alone. There is no repentance for my sin of letting you go, no restitution can be made. I am totally and completely alone, with a void that can only be filled by you.
-C
I miss you every second of every day, but today the abandoned misery can't be circumvent. I scream with the pained animalistic gurggle of a tourmented soul for which there is no healing. Oh how I wish I could call back the peace, the laughter, the solace of your present strength and faith. My weaknesses are magnified in your absence, a burden I shoulder alone. There is no repentance for my sin of letting you go, no restitution can be made. I am totally and completely alone, with a void that can only be filled by you.
-C
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Nineteen
Were were officially together 19 months and we've now been officially apart for 19 months.
You didn't acknowledge my birthday. That hurt.
But you congratulated me on getting into the doctoral program. That bothered me.
It still is.
I live in a frikin' vacuum.
There is nothing worse than this want of you.
You didn't acknowledge my birthday. That hurt.
But you congratulated me on getting into the doctoral program. That bothered me.
It still is.
I live in a frikin' vacuum.
There is nothing worse than this want of you.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
It becomes more apparant
with every passing day that you and I...we..we weren't suppose to be apart. You and I don't just happen. That doesn't just happen. We were two of the lucky ones. Were being the operant word.
Even D doesn't compare to you. No one compares to you,
to us.
To us.
Even D doesn't compare to you. No one compares to you,
to us.
To us.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
The persistance of time
I fell in love with you three years ago this weekend...all over a caramel apple. Your laugh won me over, not to mention the caramel on your face and dripping off of your nose. Babe, you are/were the greatest blessing my life has ever seen.
A year ago today was the last time you said you loved me and meant it.
Ironic
A year ago today was the last time you said you loved me and meant it.
Ironic
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