TRUTH
I don’t want to think of him today, nor write of him. I don’t want to relive times in which he filled; I don’t want to wish he was here. Today, I just want to be me, me alone, the me I was before I ever saw him.
I hate the fights that stick with you for days. That perturb you at fucking 3am. The kind of shit that makes your stomach hurt when you think about it; that nauseous, repentant feeling. It’s not because my feelings are hurt or that I’m pissed about being reprimanded. It might be because the feeling’s a little redundant. It’s largely that I’m not getting what I want. What’s even more fucked up is I don’t even want it, I just wanted to be the one not want it FIRST.
Third Eye Blind— “Faster” (live 2003)
fav tumblr lady, fav song from this album.
Aw that’s not true. If you did you wouldn’t be so cloak and dagger about sending this message. Either that or you’re scared to share you feelings IRL, which in that case i don’t need you in my life. Right? Unless you’re one of those dudes who hasn’t read the About Me page, and thinks I’m a lady.
Either way thanks, I’m flattered. ;)
The panic comes in waves, out of nowhere after such a long time, and I gasp for breath and search frantically for something familiar. I can’t find anyone I know. Where did everyone go? Why did you turn out the lights? Didn’t you know that I was sleeping?
I want to run into a dark and empty field - as fast as I can, to the middle of nowhere, to the middle of my frustrated fears - and fall down screaming until I’m too exhausted to scream any more and all of this is purged.
The fear.
I’m running, running hard. Running from my fears of ending up like everyone around us. Lately, everyone’s been leaving, walking out on their lovers and wives. Leaving everything behind. Not caring. Just done. That’s why I run. I’m afraid, so afraid. Afraid you’ll leave me, afraid I won’t be important to you anymore. Afraid that I’ll be the mistake and you the one who got away.
submitted by quicklyquietly
I loved him in that fiery, tainted, backwards way. The way that made all the pretty eyes seem hollow and the universe seem like a microcosm of earth. His eyes reminded me of stars after they’re long dead, when they vacuum the interest of scientists because they are the most mysterious clusters of nothing. He was different, and he made me think and think and think, and he often distracted me from the tantalizing beauty of a distant world that wasn’t my own, and thus, even a minute lost in his shadow was worth the world.
Submitted by allofmytruth.
For a while now I've always wanted to submit something, because I think this blog is beautiful and I'd love to contribute to it. However, I see that most of what's posted is about relationships or breakups...stuff like that. And I don't really have anything about those topics to submit.
Is the blog open to other kinds of subjects as well?
Thanks, and again, I really do adore this blog. :) — Asked by Anonymous
I’ll consider anything as long as it’s written in complete paragraphs and isn’t awful. So, take your shot.
Ohh, drama! Email the submission in. sincesheleft@gmail.com ;)
Looking for good, not too long, non-poetry submissions
SO LIKE WHERE ARE YOUR SUBMISSIONS?
If you let me have my way I swear I’ll tear you apart.
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The Cardigans — “Lovefool”
Reason will not lead to solution
I will end up lost in confusion
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Phil Collins - “Against All Odds”
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