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Do you ever get this feeling? The feeling you get when you're on a plane listening to and watching the flight attendants perform their ritual,
By Megan Artus5 years ago in Poets
I love you more than there are words to explain it. I love you more than songs can say. I love you more than my own life.
I don't think I'm scared anymore. Except, I guess, at this point I'm really just nothing. Sometimes I look at your picture and my heart sinks into my stomach.
Each vibration of my phone sends a shock through my body. The kind that squeezes your throat tight shut. The kind that makes you sweat. The kind that makes your voice shake and your breath rattle. These have been the slowest most intense days of my life.
This house is not a home. It feels heavy. It's full of sadness and anger, depression and bitterness, hate and sorrow. There is no spirit here—
Remember when you were little and used to fit inside the shopping cart as your mom pushed you through the aisles of the grocery store?
Gold ocean wisps against a solid cerulean sea. Two bodies - one rollicks in fluidity, the other placid. Edges, not found, nor can be traced.
We are all so vulnerable. I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Life is so fragile and so precious. It's a scary thought really.
I know you once loved me. I have been in love with you for almost three years now. I began falling in love with you when we met.
I want— I want the real me back. I want so bad. I haven't seen me in a while. I don't even know who I am anymore— but I know the old me is still there.
Too much. Too much bad. Too much wrong. Too much I can't— and too much I'm not good enough and too much I'm failing.
I stayed - and slowly but surely my ground started to break. I felt trapped. I didn't want the tears. I didn't want the guilt.