Don’t break the rules you make for yourself
God watches the internet.
Lightly gripping fear in my hands,
because my mind thinks its cool to fix broken things.
Ironically, my muscle memory is still programmed to touch-type your name.
Even though its accidental.
Sometimes you need to give yourself time,
but sometimes time gives itself to you.
Winter nights stretch out forever
in never ending silence filled with ticking clocks that grow louder until dawn.
Take all the time you need… life is going to do what its supposed to.
I have bled all the words i could have possibly bled,
into a macabre tale ,
hidden within the recesses of my library of memories.
Finding the kindest voice inside yourself to meter out compassion to yourself, in doses that heal every harsh word over time.
Its strange, somehow, that music, lyrics, songs and sometimes the cold of winter that has the ability to mess up the dopamine that’s keeping you together.
Don’t keep looking at the rear view mirror to places you won’t be returning to.
Inside jokes are sometimes met with envy,
and sometimes irritation.
Replace the love of my life?
At what cost?