It has been sometime.

Approximately, it has been 37 days.

I don’t think I would’ve ever said a word if you had the option to go on living.

I had all of these mixed up feelings, tucked away for good in the back of my mind.

I never wanted to imagine a world without your soul.

Our souls may not have been untangled completely, but I swear Ive never imagined a world you weren’t in, too.

I wish I wo...

I’ve been sober three years, did you know that?

Alcohol used to make me suicidal.

I think even now, it still would.

I wasn’t stupid for feeling weak, I was stupid for trusting the one person who wasn’t supposed to let me down.

And I guess I was tired of being let down.

I was let down a few too many times, I think.

That time, when I broke the windshield, and pushed a car across a busy inters...

I remember the smell of the cookies as they baked in the oven, not knowing where this would all land me years down the road.

Who would’ve thought this is where it would be.

Messy, at times, but a safety net.

Chaotic, and yet strikingly beautiful at first glance.

I only ever saw the beauty in the chaos. I only ever wished for solace for you in all of your madness.

The definition of insanity as...

I remember the day your soul separated itself from the earth side. I remember the shattering cold of your finger tips as death slowly closed in around you.

Three hundred and sixty five, plus two hundred and twenty eight.

So much of me was taken with you. I had all of these pieces of you, and you brought them with you to whatever purgatory proceeded you. You took my deepest secrets, and you kept ...

You are in your favorite dimly lit thrift store, with that old familiar smell. Old books, purses, tattered winter jackets. You scan the shelves for a good book, yet nothing really peaks your interest. The bags aren’t really sticking out, you never really commit to purses anyhow. As you make your way toward the clothes when a jacket catches your vision. You normally wear neutrals these days, but yo...

I am not a toy to be used.

I am an artist, I use flesh as canvas for my greatest work yet.

I am music, lyrics to all of my favorite songs.

I spent a lot of my time wondering if I was ever good enough. You had me second guessing myself.

How long does one stay before they realize this is just convenience and safety? I stayed too long. I over stayed my welcome. I stayed until love, became resentmen...