for the first time, being without you isn’t what terrifies me. it is the fact that i am without you, and i’m okay.
it’s scary to think i can move on when i loved you so much // a.s.m
for the first time, being without you isn’t what terrifies me. it is the fact that i am without you, and i’m okay.
I can’t tell if
I get sad
on the days that I miss you,
or if
I miss you
on the days when I’m sad.
there is peace,
too much peace.these walls are saturated,
dripping, and sickly sweet with
the stillness of avoidance –
nauseatingly daunting.there
is always movement underneath
a still surface, there is always
something
eager to erupt.
She’s closed herself off
behind her walls
because if she kicks them down, they’ll
fall for you
all
over
again;
and you will sit amid the rubble,
admiring the way
the sky greys just before the storm begins
in her heart.