Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.
MAGGIE BOWYERDecember sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.
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Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
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These words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.
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There are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.
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I screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.
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The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
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There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.
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I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
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I want to find my soul rather than lose it.
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I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.
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You’ve retracted your rays of warmth. You’ve pulled the clouds to cover sunlight. I think everyone is growing more concerned as the days keep passing and you’re still absent.
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December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.
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My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
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What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
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I am an emotional equation, continually miscalculation, escalation, you should be elated!
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I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.
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