Tag: Heartbreak
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A box, tucked away
It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even a thing, and in this moment, I am fully aware that I miss something that is not you. As I try to pin that down, I unpackage my own head in a manner so that after this ordeal, I may simply wrap my memories of you up so neatly…
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Update.
Writing opened a door where my demons could leave their footsteps in ink on a paper in front of me, then trot off and never return to my brain again.
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Orbits.
…living beyond my time with you was like watching a shooting star blaze by in the night sky and then watching the void just for a glimpse of something more miraculous to come.
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Aches.
It was an old ache. An old, rumbling, roaring noise of an ache. The kind of war-wound type of ache you only know exists if you live through the pain and it’s slight recovery from the living hell of your life to the feeling that lingers and acts up when the weather does.
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