The parts of me that are you, I hope stay around for forever- dm

I was hoping it would rain, or I should say, I was hoping it would storm. I wanted the trees to break, to crumble to the ground, leaving behind nothing. I wanted the river to overflow, to thrash with the current, pulling anything in its way with it. I wanted sirens to wail, people to run and hide. I wanted the earth to shatter, I wanted the sky to darken, and the thunder to scream at us. So, maybe, for once I could resonate with something other than myself. So maybe the way I was feeling inside could be describe outside of myself. -dm

I will write about you, I will cry, I will miss, ill love, and I’ll cry some more. I will probably repeat that for months and maybe a year but then I will move on. You are so quick to move on when I still had hope, that’s what hurts the most. -d

I always thought you were my person. And in a way you are, were. You were my person for the two years we needed each other. Some days I cry because I know that for the rest of my life I will think about you, it may not be every day or every week but I will always remember you. To live with that pain, that sadness, that longing for the rest of my life hurts. But then I think of how much I loved you, I would’ve done anything for you, you were my whole life and if I could love you like that then imagine how much I could love the right person. I will always love you, I will always think of you, and I will always be grateful for you & your family. But we are not each other’s person anymore, you have shown me that. -d

I will pack my bags, I will take every memory, every night, every early morning, every date, all the tears, the laughs, the summers, the nights where you were the only one there for me, the fights, all the breakfasts we had in your kitchen, I’ll take all the road trips, and all the love and I will pack it all up leaving nothing behind so she can unpack her bags into your heart where you will make newer, happier memories. -des

I hope she’s everything you wanted me to be. -desiree

All I know is that you use to understand me just by looking at me, we didn’t even need to talk I could just look at you a certain way and you knew every thought I had. Now, even with hours poured into conversations you don’t understand what I’m saying. You could put into words the way I was feeling better than I could…how do you just let that go? -d

I look forward to the days where I will look back to now and feel at ease for the nights I spent crying myself to sleep and the days I spent wondering why I wasn’t good enough. -d

I thought that if we could just restart and change how we did things we would work out. But I don’t know if I would even want that anymore. -d

I feel nothing. I am empty and numb. Unworthy of everything. -d