The sight hurt so much
I found myself contemplating
how my eyes would look in my hands
Or buried with her
because she was a sight for ripped out eyes
Or something like that
I wanted to turn back
I wanted her to hear again
That she was my love
and my love is undying
So wake up
I love this. I know this
I love this. I know this feeling well.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
I'm sorry you do. I am always
I'm sorry you do. I am always mourning those who are not dead. Thanks for stopping by!
Let your teeth show
I think the tears you leave
I think the tears you leave would slowly touch her'
"Deepinyourdreams"