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it shouldn’t hurt.

But it does.

When I finally had the courage

To say that its all gone away,

I felt it pour out of me,

That sigh of relief too late.

But its like the beginning of icy

Conversations with sprinkles

Of what now?

And you taking it in like punches

And smile all the way through,

Saying its okay.

I don’t want it to be okay.

I want you to cry and not bear it

I want you to scream and punch a wall.

I want to know that what I was to you was

Not merely an its okay, I’ll survive.

I was more than its been great but whatever.

Its great to hear that you’re okay, but I wasn’t just an okay.

I might’ve felt like we were a no more.

But it wasn’t easy getting to where I am now,

And it was never a thanks for telling me that’s how you feel now,

I’m totally cool with you moving on.

Tell me you’ve built your dreams around me,

With a white house and a fast car.

With ten children running around the yard,

With a garden with exotic flowers and a fountain.

Tell me you saw a tomorrow, before you gave up so easily.

Because even though I said its not happening,

It wasn’t okay.

Its generally known as insomnia.

But if they looked a little closer,

They’d find the unraveling of layers

Of dusty old secrets piled high enough to

Reach the sky, of fears that smell and

Laughter that’s succumbed.

i just wrap my head around the loud vibration

of silence, and weave my crowded mind

through its starry sky, and stare back into their eyes.

Tell me your name and I’ll draw out of it, memories.

Tell me your fears and I’ll whisper it to my heart

For I can’t sleep tonight, so let me discover.

I’m falling apart, and my eyes won’t close and

The nights healing powers are all I know.

Dark as it might be, and as quiet as it is,

Let me tell it all I know and all I have,

For in the loneliest times can one seek

And find what truths their self holds.

Peel it all off.

Let me know myself.

For if my eyes shut,

I want to know who I am

before I sleep tonight.

It may be.

Not.

Hope that flutters.

Love, it prevails.

Always?

Never.

Whisper,whisper

So I might hear.

Fears, and fears

Eat you up.

Bright red shoes.

Tap, tap, tap.

Clock strikes twelve.

Are you mine?

I’ve just lost touch.

These revolutions have taken me away from Tumblr- but now, I’m back:)

Hello.