Skin.

It’s hard to let go,

When i can still feel the pressure of your touch

Even in my dreams.

It’s wanting him to contain me.

It ain’t love,

But it’s some sort of admiration.

It’s diving into his eyes and swimming in his view,

It’s leaving me hanging as he wanders off without me.

It’s that subconscious longing and that crippling fear of being left behind.

It’s reaching out, wanting the echoes of my voice to hit his back.

It’s the urge of my sound waves, in the shape of a shaking hand,

Grabbing onto the hem of his shirt, pulling his attention back to me.

To the voice that loved him madly.

It gets better

After you pass the first big dates without him.

The feelings rush through your nerves,

Viewing flashbacks of all the happy moments

And even the mental breakdowns you had.

Reminding you why it worked for a while,

And why you both had to leave.

So,

It’s okay.

You’ve passed the heavenly end of summer,

You’ve passed the day you approached him again,

You’ll pass the anniversary,

You’ll pass his birthday,

You’ll pass that intense Christmas.

You’ll pass the re-writes of all New years.

You’ll pass it all without him, and it’s okay.

It wasn’t your home, and it’s okay.

I feel like..

You’re moving out of my heart..

And for a moment,

I thought I could move out too..

But thankfully, I didn’t.

Farewell, Danny.

To the biggest sin of my life,

I have betrayed the promise you begged me to make.

But finally, I don’t feel like fighting my feelings anymore.

And I’m tired of giving him up to someone else.

So, before I place your book on the upper shelf,

I’ll say one more last goodbye,

And thank you for the pain and love I’ve received

A part of me wanted you to hold on a little longer.

Did I request a refund?

Did you send the package at your own discretion?

Did I come by knocking on your doors, asking you to give it back?

I cannot recall how it happened

But when I stripped down to my bones,

I found a muscle beneath my ribs,

Beating peacefully

In its rightful place.

Thank you for loving me.

The truth,

When you’re not ready to be aware of it,

Hurts.

But the truth,

When you need to acknowledge it,

Heals.

Simple and obvious

There’s a place in hell,

For people like you and me.

My uncertainty for another

Is yours towards me.

Because of it, I’m able to understand

Why you feel the way you do

Or don’t feel the way I do.

Dear me,

To the beautifully damaged,

Feel the pain.

Don’t cast it away.

Don’t deny what you’ve been through.

Welcome it all.

Accept it with an open soul.

Find peace with not enjoying that kind of happiness again.

Find peace with the sadness that comes after.

Find comfort within the mistakes you’ve said you’ll never repeat,

Find hope within the new ones.

Don’t hurt your mind with your overthinking,

Don’t hurt your soul with guilt and regret.

Don’t resort to physical pain by taking away your body’s innocence as a distraction from the heavy pain you feel in your chest.

Give yourself some time to grieve.

Be patient

Take care of yourself

And some day you’ll love yourself again.

I believe I am cursed with a rewind button.

Why am I confused all over again? It is as if I am destined to repeat history with every person I meet. My intention is not to play tug of war with your emotions. So, I think, I’d rather be quiet and keep my feelings to myself. If our story has not ended, and if I was committed to go past the obstacles I have in mind, then that time will come but far away in the future. For now, I am thankful you’ve allowed me to stay by your side.