Love is never supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to heal, to be your haven from misery, to make living fucking worthwhile.
Apr 27, 2017
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Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.
Feb 12, 2017
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do your eyes hurt,
from staring into a screen at night,
trying to forget, trying to distract?
is your back stiff and do your fingers ache,
from typing, flicking book pages,
trying to lose yourself, trying to find yourself,
long after the clock’s struck twelve?
Three in the morning, and we are lost:
all empty, all homeless and alone:
those who say they will be there, gone,
your own voice of hope, shrunken,
rotted down and vanquished by darkness;
it’s dark, it’s dark… always about the dark:
why do we make villains of the night?
when it’s all we have to save us from the day.
Jan 30, 2017
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