I feel like I should be practicing our goodbye, because what else could happen but that? They say people are getting better, that people are okay, that you just have to know where to look.  I say that there are not enough miracles to go around, and there are too many people petitioning for the winning lotto ticket. What are the chances?  Because the one person that has let me down more then god is you, and one of these days I’m going to decide to live without feeling. I know that sadness is nothing more then the cost of being able to smile once in awhile and grief is the trial we stand to offer evidence that your fingerprints were left on our hearts and our skin. Because when you fall you get hurt, and Ice cream can’t make everything okay anymore.  I now know what it must feel to be a piano when it looks at the fireplace and sees sheet music being used for kindling, smoke signaling some song away I thought would take to long to learn to play.  We are all shipwrecked on this idea that everything has to makes sense, but the person you love is 72.8% water, that’s not romantic at all, that’s not beautiful in any way. If I knew then what I know now, well maybe I wouldn’t be so broken.  By paperplains

I feel like I should be practicing our goodbye, because what else could happen but that? They say people are getting better, that people are okay, that you just have to know where to look.  I say that there are not enough miracles to go around, and there are too many people petitioning for the winning lotto ticket. What are the chances?  Because the one person that has let me down more then god is you, and one of these days I’m going to decide to live without feeling. I know that sadness is nothing more then the cost of being able to smile once in awhile and grief is the trial we stand to offer evidence that your fingerprints were left on our hearts and our skin. Because when you fall you get hurt, and Ice cream can’t make everything okay anymore.  I now know what it must feel to be a piano when it looks at the fireplace and sees sheet music being used for kindling, smoke signaling some song away I thought would take to long to learn to play.  We are all shipwrecked on this idea that everything has to makes sense, but the person you love is 72.8% water, that’s not romantic at all, that’s not beautiful in any way. If I knew then what I know now, well maybe I wouldn’t be so broken. 

By paperplains

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