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3:51
This is it.
And its your hands that fall all over.
I wish I could fall all over
There's a pressure in my stomach that pleads with you to stay
but the sentiment in my skull wouldn't let us end that way.

please stay sweet- I want to taste you again, ever so soon.
Promise me you'll continue and i'll promise to continue too.

I can carry on so easy because all you've given me is so much more than what I had before,
and what I had was better than what I'd become accustomed.
So even the tiniest essence that remains, refrains, me falling to pieces?

I've finished
making sense is for fools and people with enough time
to understand themselves and their states of mind.
Whereas my state is practically gifted to you.

Here, take it, a leaving present.
You're taking so much of me with you.
I can't wait to see it again.

Content with wavering happiness; I'm just enjoying existing again.





23:32
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
it also breaks it into tiny pieces
that lie there in front of you on the kitchen table breathing just enough to kill you.

I just feel so sick
what makes it hard to think are the lumps in my throat and my lungs
and the fact that all of this makes me seem so pedantic.

There's just an absence of something I really don't understand
or a new state of mind that I cant, cant comprehend
because something's taken my stomach and decided to play 'footsie' with it.

I can't define it as pain or fear or anger
because it resonates and leaves
makes me desperate and then goes.
I can't compensate for its sense of emptiness
because I can't find means to bring me close.

I haven't written something so genuine in so long
I can't tell if I've been pleasantly numb or foolish
For fuck sake
I can take what it takes
but I can't take this
and it's nothing
as we stand
so alone
but for less than 24 hours
or so
I've done it again
and I've let myself in for it again
and I hate myself again.

All I can hope for is that tomorrow
I wake up absent minded
for long enough
to forget my obligation
to giving myself away half-blinded
to the long-term effects
of sleeping in the same bed
getting to know your smell
then having it kill me instead.
Written by pretty_normal (Pretty Normal)
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