How Terrible It Is To Love Something That Death Can Touchhow Terrible Is It To Know That No Matter What

how terrible it is to love something that death can touch how terrible is it to know that no matter what happens, it all comes to a stop ...it’s heart breaking to think about sometimes but i no longer have room to talk i no longer can say i don’t know the face behind death the inevitable the fear of many the thing that many people try to avoid but death is not the scary thing that everyone makes it be ... she is inviting like a warms mother hug when you’ve came in from the cold and frost has bitten ever fingertip and toe tips and everything in between she’s like your grandmothers house on a spring evening when the weather is just right and all the flowers are beginning to bloom she’s like that one time you went on the ferris wheel and it stopped at the very top and it was just you and the city skyline and the autumn air she’s like that summers night when you were at grandfathers land by a fire and you were standing just so that the heat was perfect on your face she’s everything you have wished upon at the fountain in the mall when you were little she’s a beautiful thing .. not beautiful as in humanly but beautiful as in the sunrise on a sunday morning right before everything begins to move ...i can’t remember what happened next because i am standing here but i tried three different times not to be each time a little different each time a different tweak from what was done before a different drug added or higher amount of pills taken or maybe a little alcohol into the mix but i stand here today and i can say i have seen death and she is not the monster you have imagined inside your mind she is beautiful and bold taken who she chooses while telling others to wait she’s perfect in the most fearful way but she isn’t the monster you’ve created her to be

i miss you... and i know i shouldn’t but i do i tried to move on but i can’t every person i come to, i think of you i think of every little detail and i can’t help but wonder what would’ve happen if we had lasted? what would’ve happen if we went through the promises we said we keep? i miss you more than you will ever know and you’ve probably moved on by now but i haven’t the hurt is still as fresh as the day it started i bit back tears that day because i don’t cry but oh god how i want to cry now i want to text you and tell you everything i want to tell you of how bad i messed up and how bad i want you back and you’ll tell me i’m lying and block me once more i want to apologize about everything a thousand times but you won’t even listen once i want to tell you i love you again and again but you’ll tell me you hate me i fucked up.. i know i loved you but i didn’t realize how deep it was i loved you and even though i told you, i didn’t realize i meant it until now it’s been 3 months since we’ve last talk and my heart still aches for you i still crave the sound of your voice and the corny jokes you cracked i miss the way i could tell you anything and even though you would make fun, you didn’t care i’m sorry times a thousand i can’t say that enough i can’t tell you enough how much i was in love with you but god do i wish had the chance to now

-Sg ‘17

can i be honest with you? tell you a secret that i never wanted to escape my lips... can i tell you i still think of death? i watched a video of the endorphins released in the mind when death comes i began to wonder how that felt did every moment you ever have flash across your mind? i began think of how painfully beautiful that is when the last breath you’ll ever take, your mind releases every thing you have compressed then i began to think of the time i kissed death for the first time i remember what ran through my head did i lose those memories before i was revived? are those no longer mine? will i have them when i actually lay to rest? or are they gone with her? my lips pressed against hers, did she take everything i once had? i sometimes wonder to myself if i’ll be able to face her a fourth i wonder what will run through my mind at the end of it all what will i have? once this body is no longer able to contain my soul, where do i go from there? i long for that day sometimes and some days i think i’ve reached it

-Sg’17

She had eyes like a storm and lightning in her blood. When she slept, I laid my head upon her chest, and heard no heartbeat - only thunder.

knightsoftempest (via wnq-writers)

Three in the morning craves a touch to validate my hearts existence

Everything (via teacup13)

you rose out of a broken foundation like a phoenix rises out of ashes, beautiful and bold.

-Sg ‘17