mend this broken heart

this blog will disappear on the day that my heart is alive again

Month: July, 2013

#three

if i can hear

my hearts longing

over all of

the

loud music

&

whiskey,

 

how far gone am i? 

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#two

2 hours of self-loathing

a minute or two of tears on the subway

and a scoop of ice cream later,

i feel okay

 

#one

 

 it is supposed to be beautiful

is it not?

the flowers you walked past for years

are suddenly radiant

you catch yourself smiling sheepishly

while you shuffle your feet

and wait

to melt

when he looks into your eyes.

what a dream

love can weave

i hope you have felt these things

but mostly,

i hope that the person you felt these things for

 

felt them back.