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smokeinatin:

We played chicken on the railroad tracks
above the Manhattan river, alone
He was my best friend, my lover
I was his fearless backbone

He had ambitions, when I had issues that
never solved themselves without his help
He wanted to be a pianist
when I on the other hand?
Just alive.

He never…

punkdbyeros:

How long have I stood frozen

In the middle of this floor?

Coffee hotter than my heart

Staring at the door.

We spoke words harsh and heavy

That should never have been said,

I could’ve said, “I love you too”

And headed back to bed.

But sometimes selfishness gets loud

And…

amidnight-dreary:

It takes a special type of person
to look someone in the eyes and
express how your hearts were just
not made to be together.
Maybe “special” isn’t the best term,
perhaps cold, bitter, cruel,
and I’m that person.

It took me years to finally realize
who we truly were, falling in love
…

wearemostaliveindreams:

sea salt
hung,

on our
heavy eyes

like
drapes,

bloodshot and empty-
nooses hanging loose around,
feet struggling
to find common ground

we were all but
dead and gone

strewn across the shorelines
of our preconceptions,
and it was all new.
something shook my chest
that day on the cliffs,
…