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Throw Back To About A Year Ago When We Werent In Quarantine And I Was Thriving Kinda Sorta
Throw back to about a year ago when we weren’t in quarantine and I was thriving kinda sorta <3
Preformed at my city’s first slam and came in second place…and met the mayor…and got a gift card to a book store…like– could it get any better?
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I loved you
Did you notice?
@bookqueeen
no need to apologize! I sometimes have a hard time with this and I feel bad about not writing as much as I would like, I do need to be reminded sometimes that it isn’t the end of the world and that I’m human, not a writing robot :’) It’s also nice to be reminded that it’s okay to just write whatever comes out and that I can always go back and change or get rid of it later. It’s really hard to get my inner critic/editor to shut up :’)
And she teetered on the edge of the world
Knowing that she was not the brightest star in the universe
She was the universe
I broke a heart once. Twice. A few times. It is not what one might expect. Because I assure you every promise I have broken hurt me as much as it did you. Every night you cried yourself to sleep I was granted no such relief. I laid awake in bed, tossing and turning. Feeling the fragments of your heart sprinkled and caught in the bedsheets. They cut me every time I moved, breathed, blinked. Raging a million paper cut wound revenges. And I, bled out into the blankets without resistance. Thinking maybe you could use this blood sacrifice like glue. But you have never been the blood thirsty type.
~I never thought I would break a heart