old things

'Can you hear me?', I ask

A slight frown mars your smooth forehead

You see my lips move

Yet no sound registers

I gaze at you, silently willing for you to say my name.

But I'm forced to look away.

It hurts.

Your guarded expression tells me what I stubbornly refuse to accept.

You don't remember me. I've lost you.

My eyes feel hot, like I'm about to cry

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found this little thing in my drafts.

wrote it ages ago

i wonder why.

when november ends

One more day with them is not enough. Not even close.

Saying goodbye is hard.

And it's harder after everyone has left and its just me cos that's when it really hits the hardest.

can you decipher it?

Its hard to be a good girl once you've experienced what it's like on the other side.

Whiskey tastes like pesticide. It was so awful.

Imagine dying with some unimaginably nasty taste in your mouth.

I guess it's a good thing I'm not a bug.

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Time is ticking.

Am I ready to face it?

I better start building up my armour and strengthening my shield.

Bacause denial is not exactly a good defense

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” - Henry Van Dyke

I'm still in love with who I wish you were