Don't let me go.

Don't let me go yet.

"I hope you're smiling
like God is pulling at the corners of your mouth
'cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones,
but I'm still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met.
You were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat.
And i wish you were here,
I wish you'd never left,
but mostly I wish you well.
I wish you my very, very best."

--Andrea Gibson

Alone.

I thought about this as I got up from my bed,
And said “Good morning” to emptiness.
I thought about this as I made my morning breakfast,
With no one else to share it with.
I thought about this as I ate at my kitchen table,
Across an empty chair.
I thought about this as I paced the halls,
and the echo of my own steps spoke back.
I thought about this as I walked outside,
and complained to the trees about the weather.
I thought about this as I went to sleep,
and said “Good night” to darkness.
I thought about this as I spent the day alone.
I don’t want to be alone.

Longing

I am drowning and choking and gasping for breath but it is not the water that I am drowning in. There are no swallowed fish in these lungs and I cannot taste the sea.
Drowning, not in water but in the sheer volume of tears that have gone unwiped by fingers taking leave of my hand they were holding.
Choking, not on a lack of air and not on the flavor of breath that I have forgotten
but on the lack of you and the number of moments left unshared between us.
On the life that flows beyond us endlessly while we sit on the shore and wait to be ready to dip our toes in, ready to jump with our clothes on.
I’m choking right along with the words in my throat.
I’m falling back in love with the letter you wrote and I think that I was wrong, but I guess I don’t know.
I figure that I’ll wait until you tell me so.

Powerful Love.

Please don't fight these hands that are holding you.
My hands are holding you.

Like everything I've ever known, you'll disappear one day.
So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away.

Just Lean Cuisinin'

"Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn't understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her."

Hide my face, hide my face

Can't let them see me crying.

Her comfort.

There is something comforting about the Night Sky.

And the way she tolerates my laying down and staring up at her for hours.
The way she spellbinds me, entrancing me in her features,
Leaving me lost in all her beauty.
The way her lustrous beauty mark shines down on me,
lighting up the world’s blackness,
lighting up my darkness.

There is something in the way she comes out to meet me,
and willingly anticipates my arrival.
In the way she listens to my secrets,
and tucks them away under her blanket,
for eternity.

It is in the way she casts her light on all the lurking shadows,
so that I can fall asleep under her eyes only.
It is in the way her black arms wrap around me,
Her white freckles reflect upon me.

There is something comforting about the Night Sky.
It is in the way her tears shoot across her face,
and in the way she catches mine when they’re falling.

If you can't open up, despite your fears, then that is the biggest problem.

Learn to open up and accept that there are things you're scared of.

But you cannot live all privately and reserved and to yourself.

I am pro at living that way,

but it doesn't work eventually.

Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.

--Haruki Murakami

For everything under the sun,

I owe you one.

I tried to forget you,

I tried to stay away,

but it's too late.

Saying 'I love you' has nothing to do with meaning it.

"There's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away."

You're the happiest ray of sunshine,
but nobody knows that at night,
when you're alone,
you break down.

and just cry.

I'm new in this city.

I let it fall-my heart. And as it fell, you rose to claim it

By the time you swear you're his,

Shivering and sighing,

And he vows his passion is

Infinite, undying--
Lady, make note of this:
One of you is lying.

--Dorothy Parker

Mug, tea, Little book of Love, Elvis , V-Day handmade card, yellow Post-it note

What did you do with it all?

Paper crane, disposable camera pictures, drawing, your word(s)

I kept everything.

Did you?

I think I did it.

Finally let you go.

We walk away like strangers in the street,

gone for eternity,

we erased one another.

I was satisfied being in love with a lie.

"I wouldn't say that I am angsty, or unsettled, or that I am happy, or sad, or indifferent, because I don't feel anything, and that is very perfectly comfortable at the moment."

"We left each other for good reason. Let's remember that when we think of each other."

-JD

Aurora Borealis

I ran out and stood in the field, in awe at what I saw dancing

before me in the night sky: the northern lights. It’s as if the lights and stars had rehearsed their performance many times before and had come down to this very moment. It’s as if they were dancing and twinkling just for me.

Happy 20th to my greatest friend!

15 years now?

Love her.

I've been saving these last words for one last miracle.

Nothing lasts forever.

It is so easy to see dysfunction between you and me.

We must free up these tired souls before the sadness gets us both.

I tried and tried to let you know. I love you but I'm letting go.

It may not last but I don't know. I just don't know.

Everyday with every word whispered, we get more far away.

The distance between us makes it so hard to stay,

but nothing lasts forever.

It hurts but it may be the only way.

A web that's warm with memories can heal us temporarily,

But misbehaving only makes the ditch between us so damn deep.

I built a wall around my heart, never let it fall apart.

Strangely, I wish secretly it would fall down while I'm asleep.

Though we have not hit the ground, it doesn't mean we're not still falling.

I want so bad to pick you up, but you're still too reluctant to accept my help.

What a shame, I hope you find somewhere to place the blame,

but until then the fact remains.

Everyday,

with every worthless word we get more far away.

The distance between us makes it so hard to stay.

Nothing lasts forever, but be honest,

It hurts but it may be the only way.

Moments of the past, came here to find you

Not to relive them, just to remind you

State Run Radio

Sometimes living in a world like this,

it's pretty hard not to go insane.

Not pretty if you don't comply,

pretty easy if you don't complain.

-LF

I guess I'm just out of luck, I guess I give up.

Rest in peace, my love.

You spoon-fed me lies,

everything we tried to be.

I ate it up like Eminems,

I love the way you lied to me.

-MP

AT: "Anything you gotta say Danielle? Anything you wanna share?"

RA: "Well she's sharing a lot of her rear end with us right now."

I find myself looking back at our pictures every now and then. And the countless videos of us that I'd sneakily record without your knowing and I remember trying to hide the smile and giggles of keeping it a secret from you. You were smarter than I remembered you were and you'd always find the blue blinking light from the camera that gave it away.
(I'm working on perfecting my stealthiness, by the way) .

I wonder though. I wonder how you and I ever came to be anyway.

It's still a mystery to me: how we walked our own usual paths, how our paths met and crossed, and how we made a conscious and mutual decision to walk the same path together, a path of our own, but together, for a while, and then decided going our separate ways would be best. I guess it just seems strange to me that at one point in time, we were happily together. We were enough for each other. It's hard now to remember what our shared moments were like. The memories that I have of us are hard to relive, even in my head. It's hard to remember what we were like, how it felt.

You and I, we are no longer alive.

'Us' is dead.

We're just words on pages of a story that ended too soon.

Never share my secrets.

2Little2Late.

I realize now

that

you and I

were

speaking different

languages.

I swear I'm not headed there.

The flower absent from all bouquets.

You'll be calling but I won't be at the phone.

I'm good, I'm gone.

It took so long to get here.
Why you wanna go?

When I lose my way, find me.
When I lost loves chains, bind me.
At the end of all my faith to the end of all my days

When I forget me name, remind me.

Embrace the walks.

"When you held me after one of our walks, it felt like it was our last loving embrace.
I blew away these thoughts and smiled. But I was right."

You pulled me under, so I had to give in

Such a beautiful mess that's breaking my skin

It's like I hardly know you.

but maybe I never did.

I don't want this in my world.

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay and everything's going right.

And life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face.

*MD pulling wallet out and a nickle falls out*

MD: "OH NO! That's 10 percent of my wealth!"

Absent heart.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
But in our case,
absence made our hearts grow apart.

I don't think it's fair for us to turn around and say goodbye.

What am I supposed to do with this time?
It tears so many holes, I stay afloat but I'm feeling out of control, so petrified.
I'm petrified.

What am I supposed to do to get by?
Did I lose everything I need to survive?
'Cause it's 4am and the sweat sets in,

did you get my message, did it send?
Or did you just get on with your life?
I'm taking time to thinking I don't think it's fair for us to turn around and say goodbye.
I have this feeling when I finally have the words to say, but I can't tell you if you turn around

and run away.
What am I supposed to do with these clothes?
It's my twisted way of keeping you close.
I'm a nervous wreck, I'm a broken [woman].
Did you get my message, did it send,

Or do you get along on your own?

It breaks me down when I see your face, you look so different but you feel the same.
And I do not understand, I cannot comprehend, the chills your body sends,

Why did it have to end?

AT: "She's not that bad. Like, on a scale of 1 to 10, she's probably a 1."

JH: "Yeah! She's on the scale at least"

"I was trying. And you can't go wrong with trying, can you?"

."Never".

I walk with your shadow,

sleeping in my bed with your silhouette.

Take a deep breath, tuck the water in my chest.

Cross my fingers and hope for the best.

You were so invested in it that when it fails the difficult part is trusting yourself again. You trusted yourself with knowing that someone was safe and you ended up being wrong and it's harder to forgive yourself than other people. And the question arises:

Why would next time be any different?

Just another story I can't tell anymore.

Suffocating on memories.

It's a sad picture, the final blow hits you.

Somebody else gets what you wanted again.

You know it's all the same, another time and place,

Repeating history and you're getting sick of it.

All of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight,

but I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings and brings new things.

We built a tall, tall tower towards the sun,

took some words and built a wall and called it 'love',

and somewhere in all the talking, the meaning faded out.

Don't come back for me. Don't come back at all.

"You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too."

--William Shakespeare