i will be screaming until i can no longer make sound.
I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT
i am too full of life for this town. far too ambitious and far too wise. my dreams can’t materialize here.
i would fight for centuries to get my old self back.
as the clock hit midnight last night, i became new and pure. but in the few hours since i woke this morning, i have already been tainted.
all that changed this year was my temper. i am now always terribly angry.
why am i judged for wanting a husband? i don’t want to settle and have ten children, i just want someone who loves every bump, curve, and blemish of me.
today i watched a video from my ring camera of you smashing my potted plants. the ones you gave me.
i would much rather stay inside to do my skincare than go out and party all night. why does that make me a villain?
how tragic it is, that my own brain poisons itself.
i wish you were laconic. you aren’t. you just don’t care.
my grief chases me. like a hunter and his very favorite prey. brutal, persistent, ruthless.
my heart mourns you for weeks. my brain takes care of my body while my hearts barely beats on.
i taste you, on my tongue. i taste us, on my tongue. i taste tragedy, on my tongue.
my brothers are the only people on the planet i would dare to call mine.
i love my brothers. it doesn’t matter that we come from different parents. they would give up anything to be there for me.
just a reminder: the mistress, the husband, and the wife all believed they had found their true love.
heaven is over now. the party got shut down. the amphitheater is empty. the bars deserted. usually so full of life but now; deathly silent. but they’re waiting.
even though we are not in love anymore, your mere presence puts me at ease. your body being in my vicinity calms my restless mind.
the clouds are as angry as i am.
i’m so afraid of becoming everything i’m running from.
sorrow is on my tongue. i wonder if you can taste it.
he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not.
believe it or not, i am still very much in love with you.
from the moment i met you, i knew that you would change my life. to explain the love and the pain and the grief we’ve gone through would take years.
this summer’s haze feels like lifetimes ago. i was happy and tanned, eating raspberries by the river with my friends. i want her back.
hate seeps into my bones quicker than the chill in the air.
i’ve finally figured out what makes my life meaningful. it’s the color of leaves right before they fall, the quiet bliss after a friend leaves, the cool rain falling on my skin as i dance, the warmth of the sun wrapping around my body, and the feeling when a plane just takes off and you feel weightless. these are the things that i live for between grief and love and acceptance.
it is now december, and i have been feeling this way since july. that i am an impostor in my own life.
i will mourn this november for the rest of my life. this november i fell out of love.