So the domain link was busted for like, a week. All because I miss-typed something. Well, it should be back up later tonight!
And so, hey everyone, love you lots and all the messages you send. Being very selective with submissions lately. Been going through a lot, personally since christmas, too. Things are great though. Send over some happy messages and submissions and we’ll see what we can blog, ok?
If you’re up right now text someone you love. Moments slip away so easily.
I might need it too.
I think I left my heart with you in the summer.
I left it with you in your bed.
I left it smeared and bloody against all the walls you pushed me up against.
I let it ring out into the black night like your missed calls at 3am.
I let it spasm, and slow, and die in the interminable silence which crept in when the leaves changed colour.
I want it back.
Submitted by emmakempsell.
Somehow it’s was more terrifying to even contemplate losing her, because at that point in our lives I hadn’t exactly lost her, but it felt close. Close like how late at night when she rolls over and takes half of your pillow and you can feel her breath-she’s that close- see her chest rise and fall, and it falls. To the floor like a blanket that she bought that you didn’t even need, that you didn’t want and, when you wake in the middle of the night and you need a glass of water, and she’s not there and as you rise you just let her blanket fall.
And you never bother to pick it, or anything, up. Emotions and fears and hates and love and newspaper articles and baggage and people all lay strewed about your life, as carelessly treated like a blanket you never wanted on the bed in the first place. Except, most of the mistreated things in your life don’t belong to you, do they? They belong to her. As it turns out most of the best things you have came from her: moments you can be unguarded, risks you would never take, the way you can feel strong because she is strong. You’ve hijacked the bests things about her, and didn’t look after them properly.
There is always a way to fix this, you hope. There is always a path back to her. You’ll find that because of your journey you will always leave a path back home. These lessons are important, because they will show you what your relationship can take. It’ll show you were strong, and where you weren’t. Because most things don’t break because of dramatic force. They break under gradual pressure, they break slowly. And you have to know that if you’re ever going to stop it.
Maybe one day, but probably not.
Thanks for your loyalty.
When I wrote poems
People would say I had a gift
That I…had a way with words
And maybe it’s the heroin
That’s got me like this
But I haven’t written a single word
That’s meant anything
Since I stopped loving you
submitted by wherewegofromhere.
Good to know that people still remember this blog, even after years.