I now fall asleep to the sound of the rain or the screaming down the hall because I’ve forgotten the sound of your heartbeat and the way you said my name.
Her eyes were rimmed with long nights and things she wishes she had said.
It’s 3.47am and I miss you just like I did last week at 2.15 in the afternoon when I remembered the last time you told me you wanted me and you meant it. It’s 3.47am and I should be sleeping but all I can think about is how you used to smile when I told you you were beautiful and the way you held me tight and said you would never let me go but I guess things change and people move on and now you’re sleeping and I’m lying awake thinking about you.
—I wish I was sleeping - 3.47am 06/05/14 (via curiovsly
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.